Paradise is everywhere
but let me tell you about my slice of heaven
The coast of every tropical place, where the rivers meet the ocean. Every beach brings you sweetly to the tumult of growth and change by sharing its potent medicine. The ocean princess prepares you and salts you up good. The best is yet to come and yes it will hurt. It is good that some things hurt us. Even pain is a portal.
I have been blessed to frolic in holy waters and listen to the sounds of the elements. It has both held me and hurt me to tether myself to this sort of place. Paradise. I have unraveled the chains of conditioning and brainwashing by cataratiando (waterfalling). I know to be at the beach in the early morning, the rivers in the afternoon and in the hammock by 7. That life charges me up and helps me remember that I have nothing to do. The last time i was in paradise though, I was not alone. My sister joined me.
It was a blessed trip. Under the blessings of a full moon with my sister, enjoying the gift and legacy of adventurous and fun parents. It’s about the sisterhood pulling us forward, an outstretched arm. Pull her to the swimming hole and remind her to not be afraid. A sister helps you heal.
I used to crave the cotton candy skies of paradise as a place to live but now I know that all the places where the sun kisses my cheek or that I can be in awe of natural beauty, is paradise. Everywhere is mine to enjoy but especially the places where we travel in good company.
I love being single for this reason. I get to have all consideration on my own needs and consider my likes and dislikes. Time on my own lets me exist as I am and love what I have. It has me work out my challenges and issues, it fosters radical self love through responsibility and accountability. Being single silences the noise and helps me tap in.
Having a sister or a friend to witness and give testimony to this is something special.
There are so many things to be done. A whole world dangles at our fingertips. Find your sisters. No one organizes like women do.
