What a difference a day makes

Location: San Francisco, California

I am looking at the news.

What a difference a few days makes. Looking at the aftermath of Hurricane Matthew. I have seen a news picture of where I was staying at Flagler Beach… the motel is still there but half of the road is washed away, and my tranquil viewing embankment is now part of the lower sands of the beach.

Building a city on a sandbar may seem rather foolish, but very little lasts forever.

We need to just weather the storm and rebuild our dreams on a different pile of sand. It may last for a season, a generation, or a billion years. It is what we do, not how long it lasts.

The old stomping grounds… or undergrounds

Location: Mammoth Cave, Kentucky

After visiting the limestone caves of the Yucatan, I went back to explore the caves of my childhood at Mammoth Cave, Kentucky.

I still marvel at how the mineral laden water builds the stalactites, stalagmites, and stone curtains far beneath the surface, an accidental beauty that only those who venture into dark places can see.

A little learning respite

Location: Flager Beach, Flordia

I am attending a conference on the Maya in Florida. The conference can get pretty technical, but I can always unwind at the beachside motel in Flagler Beach.

The place is a bit of a dump, but it does have the wonderful Atlantic ocean across the street.

It is surprising how you can go into a meditative state walking the sandy beach with the warm surf flowing beneath your feet, or simply sitting on the embankment at night watching the waves and hearing the sound of the surf.

What did I like best?

Location: Eagle Point, Oregon

Visiting a ranch in Oregon, where I enjoyed looking for wildlife, climbing the hills, and riding around in an ATV.

But what I liked best, was simply paddling my canoe into the lake.

I could see the people far away on the shore, but here was just me, the lake, and my canoe. I love my friends and relatives, but the quiet and solitude was greatly recharging.

Then I head back to the delightful frenzy of a child’s birthday celebration. It is surprising how much fun and how messy the act of eating a cupcake can be.

Is it good to go off the grid?

Location: Black Rock City, Nevada

I have just finished an eight day fast from electronics.

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No smartphone.
No iPad.
No Fitbit.
No apps.
No computer games.
No social media.

I have no knowledge of the latest political scandals, scientific discoveries, or archeological finds.

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This can wait.

I was also out of contact with my friends, extended family, lawyers, employees, and contractors. If there were any crises, they would just had to deal with them without me for a week.

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I felt a little strange to be unplugged.

To be honest, I slept for the first three days. Then spent my time with meditation, self reflection, bonding, a bit more sleep, bicycle riding, and dancing my ass off.

Now that I am back, the world seems a little less urgent.

Starlight, star bright…

Location: Searchlight, Nevada

Meter showers have been considered a grand entertainment long before YouTube and reality television. We decided to make the best of the show, so we packed up some blankets, pads, pillows, and a few snacks and drove 45 minutes south of Las Vegas to get away from the bright city lights. Then under the dark night skys, between moonset and dawn (2 AM to 5 AM) we lay on our backs to watch the Perseids meteor shower.

For most situations there is the metaphor for dusk being symbolic of obscuring truth and the dawn bringing light and clarity. With astronomy this is the exact opposite. The lighter the sky becomes, the less stars, planets, and meteors we can see.

The first thing that we notice is the Milky Way.

It has been there all the time, but with the bright city lights of Las Vegas, it is never quite visible. Then as our eyes become accustomed to the dark, more and more stars appear.

Then there is a bright brief streak of a meteor burning its path in random directions in the sky.

It may see silly, but we “Ooh” and “Aah” at every one of them. There seemed to be a meteor flashing about every 90 seconds.

We bring out our smart phones to verify the constellations and to see when the Hubble is moving across the sky.

With the coming of the daylight, the stars and meteors become harder to see. We pack up and head back to watch the sunrise, have a light snack, and finish our interrupted sleep

Out of curiosity, how do you sell your watermelons?

Location: Santa Elena, Yucatan, Mexico

The bigger cities in the Yucatan have a few supermarkets, but most of the local Maya buy their produce either in tiny fruit and vegetable shops or in open air markets.

In the shops the only fruits that have the little round stickers are items like apples, that are grown in the USA.

In the markets you will see the local Maya behind tables with home grown bananas, mangos, tomatoes, squash, beans, or whatever is in season. The produce is fabulous and grown for eating rather than for shipping.

Our farm manager, Rosalva understands the local economy.

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We bring small batches of produce like dragon fruits to the local vegetable shop on as as needed basis, and are bringing a truckload of watermelons to the markets in Muni and Oxkutzcab.

Is it time to eat yet?

Location: Santa Elena, Yucatan, Mexico

Why yes, it is harvest time.

We have an abundance of corn.


And a field full of ripe watermelons.

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I wish you could join us here in Santa Elena so we could share with you our succulent corn and the juiciest, sweetest, tastiest watermelons on the planet.

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Are there bugs in Mexico?

Location: Santa Elena, Yucatan, Mexico

Being surrounded by a swarm of wasps is scary.
Being surrounded by gnats is annoying.
But,being caught is a swirl of butterflies is utterly magical.

Orange butterflies, white butterflies, tiny salt and pepper butterflies, and giant yellow ones, madly circling, fluttering, and giving a sense of wonder as I walk along the path.