Just picked up a Barbara Kingsilver book, a collection of essays, High Tide In Tucson, and am inspired to write my story and share my world again.

YAY! Feels good…

Since the last blog entry, everything has been a blur. I’m just beginning to see it all (mas o menos) clearly from a distance and feel the divine order, the flow and the gratitude.

I’m listening to Abraham Hicks again, my favorite- go with the flow, find your center of happiness “the vortex” and enjoy it there. Realizing that when I’m outside my center, I don’t believe Abraham…

So, here I am, month 11 of rooting down in Cali, Colombia. 7 Months pregnant and .5 months of clarity. Back on Abraham and Monisha (my favorite Thedic healer/sister) and the magic is flowing. I’m seeing how perfect everything is. How blessed I am for all the pieces in my life and how they fit together.

How, I can be living in a random city in Colombia and have a quiet room in the countryside to play music in and read. How I’m about to move into my own quiet house, with lots of sunlight, fresh air and a secret garden to grow my child in.

How, I am received to share yoga in a sweet yoga studio, where all the mommas drive me home after class and bring me gifts for my baby, sprouting words of wisdom and listening when it hasn’t been easy.

I am grateful for my friends here, who invite and create and call, and don’t take it personally when I don’t call back or don’t show up…and they continue calling and loving me compassionately.

Smiles and the healthiest food in town are always at my reach, and time to be alone and take care of myself has also been gifted to me.

It’s like looking at all the pieces of ones life and realizing that it’s all a perfect creation. We need to dream it and believe it and create it. Which a lot of times comes down to feeling and then arriving in exactly where we want to be.

Down to the lessons we learn from the hardest moment or when someone isn’t treating us how we want to be treated.

I am so grateful for my partner Leo. For pushing us to be in our highest. For allowing me for the first time in 3.5 years (and that was for 3 months in Thailand, I think it’s been about 6 years) to be in my own room, my own space.

For Space.

I had forgotten what it’s like to feel all my sacred belongings surrounding me, instruments, books, clothes, alter. To be able to wake up and practice or spend a rainy afternoon reading. And truly feeling what it means to be in my center before reaching out to be in relationship with another. From this place of Sam, I can feel when I’m not here.

I am grateful for the years of travel, of companions and co-leaders/teachers, of beautiful souls who hosted me in their homes and in their towns and yoga studios. For the practices and dedication, and Path, that kept me sane no-matter where in the world I was, or who I was with…

Now, this child, we call Ganesh (the hindu god who removes obstacles and creates them to in order to learn from them). Has invited me to stay in one place, to grow my garden and let my roots explore in depth.

A man from Honduras who I met a few months ago in Costa Rica, was sharing with me how both his children were born in Costa Rica, and that’s why he stayed. That “where your children are born in your “hogar” or home.”

So my life-long dream of living in Spanish is happening.

Next month I’ll plant the organic seeds I brought from Maine (where I was born) and design my garden beds to feed my Colombian child, neighbors and family when they come for the “big moment.”

Continuing to remove any semblance of a mask because I am drinking in this time to know who I am, to accept me, and to love me. Nakedly…

In gratitude for all the support and wisdom that has brought me to this place. And the continued dream and community that will support my child and all the light beings returning to teach us to proudly be ourselves, and to dance in our wholeness..

In light and love,

Sam