EARLIER CHAPTER: "I ran/run in life! Ready (again)! Fearless/afraid, hardworking/feckless, steaming/rolling/drolling but mostly clammouring for, and hoping for, more life-filled delights in/around/for me, me, me...this particular story has been about me."
HERE I GO AGAIN: I am now 73+ years old and living into 2017 just fine...well, mostly. Do you want to read this? Hear this? No matter, I will tell you anyway: I've had another break-through. It is true. I have not quite passed from my youth, my midlife crisis and into my viejo-hood...at least, not in my mind I have not. I find it thrilling to discover that I have just awakened from what seemed a very long and less than cheerfilled sleep. I think I've drifed away from the deepest part of me for well over a decade. Who knew? Not me. Not me until a couple of weeks ago when I discovered every kind of passion lurking inside of my "being" and my body and my soul.
My renewed passion for living and loving came as a shock to me. Afterall, I am 73+ and I wasn't expecting to leap into the starting blocks of newness again. I didn't know I was going to leap out of bed, consider a proper diet and be extra enthusiastic about life again! I will soon be going to the GYM again (where I spent much of my earlier life trying to be attractive for other people). This time, I realize the gym results are for ME!
I went for a long walk to sort things out on Sunday. It was a gorgeous day for me to stroll around alone in my little town. "Hola Don Gringo" they greeted me! After about an hour I came to the tiny park at the entrance to San Miguel Dueñas (center of the universe as many know it to be, including me)...the extra fascinating thing about this pointed park (a road splits at its beginnings) is that the big statue of San Miguel the Archangel is held up high into the sky by huge/painted cement hands...not your everyday kinda display of greatness and the holy...but here he is...our patron, our pal is being "glad-handed"...heavenly!
I think I have always been graced/blessed/touched/whatevered with an extra keen ability to sore high up into the sky without moving...I have always, since childhood, thought of God as everything and everyone around me...first my God loves me when I drink cold water on a hot day. A very big high for me. Then God smothers me with joy when a dog passes my way...I am gifted by the divine with every zesty emotion that includes wanting to make love to the volcanos I see around me (there are three, what kind of love would that be?). I love loving people too.
How could this be? How could my custom and fresh appreciation and lust for life be happening to me? I am 73! I think I know. I have been stimulated by powers and people outside of me...I love to appreciate life and them deeply! I thought deep love had died away and been withdrawn from me. No, I think it, love, will just be behaving differently...maybe.
I accept my reality and I hope to live another ten years+ and paint with my heart, my delight with everything around me and with the help of my two associates. My studio is at the foot of the Fuego Volcano and we are active, the volcano and me. Guatemala IS another land of the free...it has freed me. I have been called upon to express my love for life and appreciate the lives of others around me - more freely...I don't intend to miss the next part of whatever it is that I need to do or be.
Vamos a ver (not so secretly),
Thanks for being here, I love you,
February 20, 2017