I awoke and played guitar. I didn't call the costa rican girl. Instead I meditated, cleaned my apartment, cooked oatmeal. I washed dishes and then soaked beans and qinoa together. I wrote a long letter to my niece which seemed cathartic. I cooked buckwheat noodles with green pepper and potatoes and indian spices, ate it, started watching a movie, and decided to hit the river and soak up the sun. With my guitar and utter appreciation for life, I left, smiled at a little girl who I always see in our complex, and she waved to me as is her custom. She made me happy.

I got on my hog and rode into the sun, loving it. At the river I noticed the plethora of rocks and their luminescent colors, and I luxuriated in this feeling as i sloughed off the vibrations of the motorcycle. At peace I walked down, over, and sat on a rock and played guitar with passion until the sun overshot me. I decided to chase it down, so I put my guitar in a sandy nook, took off my shoes and shirt, and proceeded to slowly cross the slippery river rocks. When I got to the sun I also got to the beach area, totally secluded, and I stripped to my birthday suit, walked into the cool water, and thanked God for this life with arms upraised. I swam around until I got cold, whereupon I left the water and donned my clothes before beginning to jog around the sandy area until my body warmed significantly. I meditated as the shadows covered me and then i arose slowly, all the while appreciating every second. on my way back I found a cave, a small one mind you, but a cave of sorts, and I had to explore it. As I climbed up cautiously- mulling over the likelihood of bat- bits of rock flaked off, causing me to wonder if I might slip. At the mouth was a strange plant with green moss, mounted on one wall. I picked at it and it seemed as though it had been hung there, because it broke away so easily, not like a plant should. I left it alone. The cave was not deep, but it was moist and cool, and as I laid down and felt the energy of these rocks, my lungs opened and my breathing softened. The only sounds were those of trickling water, and I felt like this was a sensory deprivation tank, only a natural one that also healed me. I looked on the gorgeous landscape from time to time, occasionally shutting my eyes and melting away. If anyone saw me here they would be shocked to find this man laying silently on these rocks. As I healed and breathed and listened and merged, I wondered how long I would stay here. Shortly after this thought, two black birds suddenly flew into the cave in front of me, above my head on the far wall. I was startled suddenly but didn't flinch; instead I was amazed. The first perched a second, then flew off, and his companion did the same. Getting into a nearby tree- invisible to me at the time- they barked and hollered at this intruder in their house, for that is where I was. The strange mossy plant on the wall was their nest, and I had picked a chunk of it off. It lay strewn on the ground; they would soon see the wreckage if they hadn't already. I knew the time for me to leave had come, especially since the birds were keeping up their eerie barks. I apologized in my heart for damaging their home, but knew I shared karma with these birds. I also knew I would be back again sometime when they are out shopping. I came home, ate chocolate with peanut butter as I watched a bit more of the movie. I took a long hot shower, cooked my beans, and sit eating them as I write...