My mentors remain with me, in memory. Their lessons live on, touching me
and those I am close to.
This search is officially on, for souls which relish life with (near) reckless abandonment!
My fur mentors take to the cobblestone with me, making introductions to new
people, canines and stimuli, that may have otherwise slipped by me.
They are not afraid to get their paws dirty. In fact they relish the opportunity
to roll in the dirt with new friends. What better example for me!?!
Which of you Get Down and Dirties are up for the cobblestones??!!??!!
Trust begins within. I have always trusted that which is passionate and unharnessed. Weave in a healthy dose of integrity, and put your ego on the doorstep for a rest. The result can be sublime.
I did that as a child. Surrounded by a fabric of unconditional love, it came so easily, much like a spring breeze blowing curtains. You simply felt. I imagined the world doing this dance, free of inhibition.
I imagined that, until the start of my school years. During those years, my family and home became an oasis. I was nurtured, while many appeared suffering. Later it dawned on me, the rarity of unconditional love. My mother was my mentor. Her lessons were infused with compassion. She explained; Many of these classmates were tormented souls, brought up in a home with legacy of ridicule or abuse.
Our family built upon, and embraced our strengths. My parents were passionately in love. Their genetics were passed down to me. My sensuality thrived, and my passions were nurtured. I was born a multitude of times. Each birth strengthened what some refer to as their inner goddess.
I can feel my mother’s smile, as she watches over me. I shall not be alone, as I explore Lake Chapala.
“This is a test. For the next sixty (or thirty) seconds, this Goddess will conduct a test of the Lago Diosa Blogcast System. This is only a test.” Help from those more experienced, with the technical portion of this blog/website would be oh so appreciated.
(mural by Jose Lopez Vega in Ajijic)