Costa Rica

I came to Costa Rica to learn how to surf.  I woke with the sunrise, only minding the ocean, never minding the time, and I finally caught its rhythm…

I proudly wore salt burns on my elbows and knees. They signified the struggle, stand-up, fall-off, fight the waves, ride again. Pleased with myself, I grabbed my board and made my way through a small patch of jungle.

A lean striking man, with sun-kissed skin, wavy dark hair and steel-blue eyes walked toward me, he was wearing a simple turquoise V-neck T-shirt and well-worn brown leather flip-flops. I felt an overwhelming kindness emanating from this man, it danced like light on the warm breeze and I could almost feel it touching my skin.

He approached me, carrying nothing but his 6-year-old son, little bronzed arms rested around his father’s shoulders, as if the two were one.  The child in a faded red t-shirt looked into me with his deep brown eyes as if he belonged everywhere because he had been.  His father gently spoke to him in Spanish, put him down stepped toward me and introduced himself.  He was Hugo, from Spain, he’d been living in Costa Rica for 16 years and then he asked me what I knew about synchronicity.

We talked about the world, what it had been and what it may be.  We spoke for what seemed hours. First, of the exotic places we had seen, the people we met and the books we read, we spoke fast as if there was sand in an hourglass marking our place in time. The similarity of our inner landscape was, as if we had come from the dust of the same star. Released in a Supernova in different directions, to explore and yet still share the same energy, the same base, the same knowing. From our shared obsession with the souls journey to our wonder at the universe and the guiding force behind it, we were fellow travelers.

He told me in Costa Rica, the frequency was strong, because there were no factories polluting the environment. Pura Vida.  He stepped closer and as if looking into my soul said, “you can access this frequency this very moment, you don’t need anything but sunshine and rain.  The trees glow and the air sparkles if you sit still long enough. All that you need are your eyes and your breath.” And all of a sudden that light that I saw dancing on the breeze toward me made sense.

Inside the time of a few hours, I walked away with a renewed understanding of myself. Hugo was in this place to give me a message, a reminder of the distractions of this world. What I have to offer the world is something I already possess and am, not something I must search for or “be.” I can not lose sight of it.  It’s been with me through the ages, and even now.

This sojourn through the physical world is only part of an endless expansion that cannot be contained by form. I saw this secret deep in my mind in the mountains of Peru. I had become distracted and forgotten the power of this knowing.

Synchronicity brought me to that beach, walking through that patch of jungle to that exact moment, where Hugo blew beautiful celestine dust from his lips, into my soul and our contract was complete.

Familiarity hung heavy in the air and at last we hugged as if we found each other again after a lifetime, only this first embrace was a last goodbye.

© cs, 2013


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