jungle bunny hops

olives to bananas
i know, it's been many moons and so much has happened. this is certainly a time of transformation and being pushed to the edge of the burning platform that signals change. for the entire world, globe, planet and me.
from olive picking to banana bunches as bird food. the bicycles are a link but the road surface has shifted from lumpy tar to round rocks over mud. swimming from salty turquoise to river flowing brown at the banks. croatia to costa rica with 30 hours flying or roaming airports, then another 5 meandering from the capital to this village school site.
I did locate a man and there have been leaps to and fro from his place to mine and back. didn't realize that it would be such an undertaking, huge challenge to meld two lives. I mean I knew intellectually but had no idea it would take so much time and energy and throw me off my gyro center and my sense of self out the window. everything came into question. all those dust bunnies in my brain corners were exposed and spotlighted. or another image, having someone reach into your gut and bring out the bloody bits and you're faced with looking at them without blinking. and then the looming question of - is it all worth it? if expectations can be released and behaviors observed without judging, what does the final story resemble - tragedy, comedy, drama, light or heavy? and of course we know that time will tell and the tide will wash us up on whatever shore the current chooses. can this hare be patient with the turtle and let go of past patterns and pains? at this late date i'm no tabula rasa though my memory seems decidedly thin at best. I'm thinking my childlike attributes include experiencing as if for the first time linked with the ripeness creating a framework of having done this before to guide. whenever I talk to my coupledom friends the exact same issues and points of difference arise so that makes me think that this is bigger than bingo and collectively highlighted as a challenge for men and women. Must say I'm hearteded to learn that the vedas predict the next wave will be women-led though probably later than my time here in this body.
my toes are adorned with black-eyed susans at their winking corners and thin green fronds on the dusky pink curved canvas. there's a wedding this afternoon so the entire village will be there in their finest. we'll join them, gawking and gabbing and generally going glam.