In a little town by the sea...

Ohh what a journey we meander, as I go farther and farther from my town by the sea a modest book/vegetable seller who had stared up at that tower for soo long. Daydreaming of the wandering mountain gypsy who could fly as gracefully as a red tailed hawk on a wind charged clear sky. From those first skips you made through the lonely floors of Logos an affinity was affirmed that she was one that a magical lasso has been thrown over and miraculously was thrown on moi aussi. But this seemed not to be fore we are of seeminly different worlds as well as time had decided for we to be with different lovers. There was a tale of a book in a mythical place across the other end of the world, which would grant the reader wings and the gift of flight. Although their time together was bittersweetly short he then was so determined to find those wings he left his beloved and the sleepy town by the sea filled with it´s magic and mundane for his great adventure. Holding her in his heart and leaving with only a few books, some clothes, and a few other essential items (minus a headlamp and some titanium utensils) he embarked on his journey and left knowing he would return when the time came except he would have wings to fly with a winged angel from the familiar of his growth. This journey would be filled with characters galore, teaching him all about the different ways we love and the power of love, and the necessity to love, told in the most delightful epic poetic prose, a journey to say the least.
Here our pico sits, on the shores of the sea. A new yet familiar feeling connecting him to the town, which he left. Wishing he could see her fly and skip and smile, but instead holds them to his whisper memory dreams and continues forth. All the while learning to be in love with himself more & more, ohh to live in the moment, working to be more comfortable with the new possibilities of the stranger and all that it entails. A time will come when they may fly together and soar under the pale mirror moon, may be fly through the waterfalls of south america for a quick clean, a dive down into the caves for some ancient pillar formation adorations, rest a top the peaks of macchu picchu and marvel at the mile how creation of ancient elder star worshippings. When the wind blows through the palm trees I hear a distant song of a creative sort that´s all about the spontaneous magic of music and it stirs a depth in my heart that pangs with longing, but continues to beat and knows that we makers of music are always a note away from the family we have called creation.
(Inspired from, The Book of Flying, by Keith Miller) A Must read, por serio!!!
This adventure has been a great one, challenging at times, filled with new friends, sparkles of beauty, learning, longing, loneliness, but gratitude for the opportunity and the priveledge of being able to decide to go and commit to this mission of self discovery, cultural understanding, and love (in all it´s different incarnations and meanings)! I am with Shauna and Waribu, on the beautiful tropical beaches of Zipolite, one of the most southern parts of the country of Mexico, swimming in warm beautiful ocean, laying by the beach side, eating wonderful food, sleeping with an amazing overlook of mama ocean, fighting the mosquitoes that love my asian-welsh blood (pero I think it is the asian cause my dad hardly ever gets bug bites). I just finished reading this book, Good Omens, by Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchet, definetely recommend if you are in the mood for a good laugh about the apocalypse and written by two amazing fantasy science fiction writers. Tomorrow we go Snorkeling and off to the next great adventure, but now I must go get my laundry, completed for the first time since before the New Year. A little sun burnt, extremely ecstatic, and ready to go sing a song to mama ocean to a far off sister he has much mucho amor para en a little town by the sea, where there are people who fly in the setting sun...