Alas, I must leave this paradise. Sitting on th beach today, mostly careful to sit in the sun though not enough, I burned my shins. With about half my body burned I’m still doing ok. I started and finished reading Paulo Coehlo’s The Witch of Portobello. My mother gave me the book back in February yet I grabbed a copy from my hotel to read. Exactly what I needed. Thanks Mom, Thanks Paulo. I get euphoric after reading his books. While he is not well liked in Brasil, according to one native, I like him. He speaks to me and helps me uncover or recognize a part of myself and that’s all I can ask from a book.
I do not know where my travels will take me in the far future but the near future looks good with family and friends. I realized these past few days that I’m ok on my own, and I’m not as scared as I was just a few weeks ago. Maybe it’s my recognition of God in everything. (‘Wait, did Ashley just say God’ you ask. Yes friends, God. Man, woman, it doesn’t matter nor does God really fit those descriptions. The mimicking of nature above or below the water has proven once again to me that God does in fact exist. I don’t want to believe it’s coincidence and as it is my life and my beliefs, I don’t have to. I see God as pure love and that can’t be harmful). That blue fish with the orange honeycomb pattern on its side just confirmed it.
Here I sit, listening to the thunder after watching a magnificent sunset and lighting in the distance I know this trip was well worth it. Life is well worth it.