Day 138 (positive project) Trip to Envision

The idea of going to Envision fell at our feet, in the form of an email from a friends’ friend. We decided to book a shuttle from Mal País to Uvita, in order to complete the journey in one day, rather than taking two days on the public transport. This was definitely the right idea, a relaxed journey on an air conditioned bus to Montezuma, followed by a speed boat ride with about fifteen other people across to Jaco, then another bus direct to the festival in Uvita.

On face value, the festival to me, didn’t look too much like ‘my thing’. It was what I would call a ‘hippie festival’. It combined workshops throughout the day with music throughout the night. I had researched the music before going and didn’t really find anything I liked that much. There was maybe one or two workshops that looked cool, but I really wasn’t too fussed about them.

On the surface, I was not bothered about going, but something deeper down was intriguing me about it, there was a part of me that felt it necessary to attend. In recent weeks I have noticed that when I do something I am uncomfortable with, positive changes occur. So, I remained open and secretly excited.
On arrival, I was thrown in at the deep end, intense heat, many ‘hippies’ and a dusty cart ride into the festival (see picture). This was the unknown, my ‘hippie’ initiation. I set off into the festival with the intention of releasing judgment and opening my heart. After all, I was already part hippie, I haven’t washed my hair in a month, I haven’t eaten meat in a few months and the clothes I was wearing had been on my back for the last few days. I was ready. (humorous disclaimer: my use of the word hippie here, is simply in order to conjure up a stereo type and is not loaded with any malice or negative intention)

After meeting a bunch of nice people, pitching my tent in the field and finding a $20 bill on the grass, I felt that I had been welcomed into my surroundings. We walked around to find all structures were sustainably built from bamboo, including numerous organic food stores. It was obvious from the beginning that this was not simply a music festival, but a gathering of conscious intentions. What seemed at the beginning to be a long day ahead, was infant an excellent journey to a place I now knew I had to be.

Staying open to the unknown has allowed me to embrace this first day and as you will find out; much more.

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Day 137 (positive project) Wow, What Happened?

Wow, it’s now March 6 and I haven’t posted an update since February 29. Since we last spoke, I have been on an incredible journey. I have had fears calmed, faith restored, heart opened, passions reinforced and path lit.
I will run through the amazing journey by trying to break it down and spread it across days 138, 139, 140, 141, 142 and 143. But first let me deal with day 137, my last day in Mal País.

We have made amazing friends at Pachamama, in Franz, Amanda and Amancio. Also in other people that were staying at Pachamama, Kim, Dan, Katie, Kurt, Sharon, Tom and Colin. And also an amazing contact made in Carolyn who runs her own social media company and has given me some valuable information in starting up my own social media business. It has been such an amazing experience.

We spent our last day in the natural tidal pool ending with a yoga session on the beach at sunset.

Pachamama, which means ‘Mother Earth’, truly lived up to its name by providing everything we needed. It was now time to give back to the Earth as we prepared to leave for Envision Festival.

Day 128 (positive project) Costa Rica Happiness

Here in Costa Rica, they don’t have a military. (I was going to stop writing there, as that’s really all the info you need, however…..) The United States has a military that costs $1.4 trillion a year. Costa Rica is one of the happiest nations on the planet. Speaking to a local, he says he is free, liberated, because of there being no army.
If every country needed no army we would surely be in heaven.

Here is a great Ted talk on the happy planet index by Nic Marks

Some interesting reading
NPR air conditioning spending
The below picture was taken from Wikipedia

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Day 127 (positive project) Minimal Luxury

Over the last few days I have been living in what I might term ‘minimal luxury’. I have been taught an extremely valuable lesson, by building on my already existing beliefs of less being more.
I have stayed in a tent on the beach, a treehouse in the woods and now I have a tent pitched on a mattress on a concrete lookout high above an outdoor kitchen.
These living arrangements are the most basic of basic, but have everything one needs. There are cold water showers in bare brick outbuildings, outdoor sinks and bins hanging from the bamboo built kitchen frame. The kitchen floor is a mixture of dry dirt and stones, with an occasional tree root thrown in to test your agility. A gas canister powers a four ring burner and a bungee chord holds the fridge door closed. I have just made use of my coffee bag and sit here in amazement at how perfect all of this is.
This lesson came to me whilst taking a shower the other day; the western world sees wealth and excess as luxury, the higher quality something is, or the more expensive and pristine, or the more bells and whistles something has, then the better it is. However, I am now seeing this as simply excess. I imagine some parts of the western world see the living conditions I explain above as an ‘unfortunate’ way to live, or even a situation that needs to be fixed, “those poor people need money for a better life!” Well, I say no! Money and luxurious items, do not make a person happy, or even make the person. The stripping down of all, has hilighted the unnecessary excess of an exploited western society.

Many have grown accustomed to a certain ‘class’ of living and anything less than that will just seem neanderthal, but richness can be found in the bare bones of the true necessities of life.

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Day 126 (positive project) Waking Up

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I woke up here this morning! That is really all that needs to be said!

I will also mention however, that I awoke to the sound of howler monkeys, many different species of birds, dogs, geckos and a female voice chanting a meditation mantra. All of this was accompanied by a sun rise and now I open my window. What a way to start the day.

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Day 125 (positive project) Amazing Trust

Yesterday we drove a quad to Nosara. Which in itself is a positive because what male wouldn’t enjoy driving a Quad bike over rough ground and through rivers? It’s just plain fun. But that aside, my point of focus of today’s (feb 17) post is trust.
Whilst looking through a store in Nosara, we became familiar with the store keeper and discovered that he made his own jewelry. He was very friendly and helpful. I decided to buy an item from him. He explained at the start that he would take a credit card but on time of payment the telephone line was down and he couldn’t take the money.
So we asked if he could save it and we would come to try again later. Now that part that surprised me and has made me stand back in awe was the fact that he refused to do this, telling us to keep the item and come back to pay tomorrow!
I tried to say no and to give it him back, but he wasn’t having it. He insisted we take it and return to pay another time.

This has taught me a huge deal about trust and I wish this trust was experienced everywhere around the world.

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Day 119 (positive project) Back on Track

Wow, I’m exhausted. What a crazy few days. I came to Costa Rica with an open mind and with no real goals, so I didn’t have any expectations of places, pastimes or plans.
The last few days were completely unexpected, but thoroughly enjoyable. And of course a positive lesson has been learnt here again today! Excellent, that means I have something to write about!

So in brief, the last few days have seen us catch the bus from Santa Teresa to Cóbano and then onwards to Montezuma. It took a while to locate ‘decent’ accommodations, as standards have been acquired with age, but there are lots of, shall we say, more sociable places should you chose.
The short hike to the waterfalls in the morning, was to be the first of many, but we weren’t to know this, until my other half suggested we walk the signposted seven kilometers to Cóbano.
Two nights in the simplest of accommodations on the beach in Cóbano were chosen as our place of rest, which encouraged two sunrise observations and an eight kilometer hike (four each way), through the Cabo Blanco nature reserve, to another beautiful beach. (Side note: I must tell you that we saw a deer, an ant eater some monkeys, butterflies and an iguana.)
As the walk between Montezuma and Cóbano was so pleasant and as the hike through the reserve didn’t quite make us fall into the category of stupid, we decided to hike to the next town; Mal País.
Everyone we spoke to about our plans to hike to Mal País, sucked air through their teeth, like a mechanic prior to quoting you for some work.
“Nos Caminamos!”
“Ssssthhooo”, and a waving of hands that indicates how steep the terrain is.
We had looked on google maps and assessed the contour lines, so we knew it was going to be a little up and down, but we were self proclaimed hikers now, all in a days traveling.
Now I know that seven kilometers is not far, but when it’s about forty degrees and sunny it feels like double. And when it’s also steep dusty gravel roads and you’re underneath a heavy backpack, it feels like triple.
Whilst heading up the steepest hill, (not the one that caused a car to get stuck, the steeper one), something came to me amidst the dust and heat. All I needed to do was take the next step! That’s all – each step, on its own, separate from any other step, isolated steps, is all that was needed. If I removed my attention from the hill in front of me and just made sure I had everything I needed within me to take just one step, then I was fine. I even started to say in my head, “only this step, only this step, only this step”. It worked so well, but if I tried it a different way by adding the word ‘and’, it failed due to anticipation of another step.
Using this method allowed me to conquer the hill with much less pain and proved that we only ever need to take just one step. This is true not only of the walk, but of the last few days and also in life.

One step is all you need.

So now it’s time to stop taking steps anywhere and just sit. We all need balance in our lives. Time for a sunset……

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Day 116 (positive project) Fan Debris

One must be grateful for narrow misses.
One minute you’re sat contently in a peaceful prose, completely unawares that a piece of your ceiling fan will imminently fly across your room, distributing its lesser parts across your mosquito net and bedside table, with a disturbing crash. And then suddenly, yes you’ve guessed it; the aforementioned disaster occurs. Followed by a question, “what was that!?”
“Did a piece of the fan just fly off!?”
“Yes, yes it did!”
“oh good, that’s ok then.”

Meanwhile, we survived and will think again before increasing fan speed!

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Day 112 (positive project) Eco Filter

A friend had located us a nice room by hermosa beach, a ten minute car journey along a dusty road north of Santa teresa. The room was perfect for what turned into a twelve hour sleep.

The following morning whilst checking out our outside kitchen, I came across an excellent Eco friendly coffee filter. Once the water is boiled you simply strain the coffee through the bag. Once done, the coffee is thrown to the ground where it composts down. The bag itself is then washed and re-used for the next coffee. Simple and inexpensive, great!

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Day 111 (positive project) Airline Faith

I know you’re all just so eager to find out about my next connecting flight, so let me tell you.

After a fairly unsettling boarding onto what turned into a settling flight, we reached San Salvador in a better shape than we had set off. This aside, there was a shade of tense creeping in, due to the upcoming thirty minute connection time. We disembarked the plane at a heightened state of awareness, ready to take on some mammoth task of airport gymnastics. Despite our keen enrollment in this contest, none of the competition turned up and our first place trophy could be enjoyed in all it’s glory, for at least twenty minutes, following an overly simple four-hundred meter walk along one corridor to gate thirteen.
One and a half hours later and after a total of one car journey, one train journey, three planes and a run; the breathing could not yet take a emphatic outpouring. We had one bag to collect.

Zero suspense at this stage, it popped out pretty promptly and we were set. We had arrived in Costa Rica, be it with a couple of minor emotional bruises, but nothing that the achievement of making it couldn’t overshadow.