Magic in the Sky
Magic exists. This is the thought I had as I dressed at four-thirty in the morning. A peek outside at the sky all lit up was enough to entice me to go. To leave the comfort of bed and sleep for the grandeur that the late morning sky was offering me. The dome above me was filled with diamonds twinkling, winking at me like an interested caller on the streets. The stars don’t twinkle and shine this bountiful in Charlotte. City lights and pollution prevents this kind of light show.
As I sat in the dark of the morning, I felt giddy as a child, in complete awe and wonder. This life is magical. I felt small and big all at the same time. The kitchen staff at Blue Osa was already busy preparing for breakfast and I was so glad that hot ginger tea was made. What could be better before dawn arrived than sitting with a warm cup of tea staring at the stars as they smiled at me.
As time passed I could see dawn arriving, the dark sky gracefully beginning to bow out to give the sun the stage. Walking to the beach I could see fire in the sky already. How is it that the sun rises so early here, before 5am? It was time for the other light show in the sky to begin. There is magic here that small voice reminded me. Three chairs stared out towards the ocean inviting me to come and sit regardless of the wetness that remained from the rain hours before. It was only water I told myself, my bum would be okay.
I watched the last of the stars faded and the sky began to light up with golds, reds, purples, crimson. That purple, stole my breath. Spectacular!! Clouds that looked like pink cotton candy filled the sky. The thought of reaching up and plucking one to taste it filled my mind. What would a cotton candy cloud taste like? The sound of the ocean a soothing balm as water crashed hard against the shoreline. Life is magnificent. I could hear the ocean speaking to me saying “Life is always in flow, static doesn’t exist. There is constant movement even at the subtlest level. This is also true within you. When you are still, movement is happening beneath the subtle layers.” I thought about that for a moment. Movement. What am I moving towards? My whole life I’ve gutted recently by letting go of most material things I own, including my house. I am moving towards something that is still a mystery. The death of an old life and an older version of me to something else, something different. I’m still becoming, stretching aspects of myself I haven’t seen or felt before.
My gaze turns back to the sky, the colors changing as the sun glows even more. The jungle began to come alive, signaling the start of a new day. The howler monkeys with their screeching is the alarm here in the jungle, that it’s time to wake up. The birds with their song serenading sleepy souls to rise and come and see, the early bird gets the worm. They’re not wrong in that. I’ve seen beauty of the dark and the rising day already. Then the pelicans came, flying low, skimming the water for their early morning catch, it’s breakfast time for everyone. But the most lovely sight was to see those mated macaw parrots flying above in groups of twos, was joy to my soul. Ten pairs in all making their squawking sound as they flew pair to pair. Macaws mate for life and if one dies, the one left behind finds a pair that will welcome him or her and they become a threesome. No one gets left behind. I wondered how we humans could learn some of the wisdom that animals can teach us. I leave my thoughts and come back to the magic show in front of me, nature.
The jungle continue to stirs as the sun continues to makes its debut. It takes its time unveiling itself in slow colorful tapestry, signaling to onlookers to savor the moment. Be patient in the unfolding. Life is happening, stirring, melting the dark away. I could not be more happy and entranced at what was before me. The magical flow of life, nature, and I too am a part of that. I am part of the spectacle as well. Gratitude fills my heart at the sheer wonder to be alive, to experience in stillness the dance between dark and light. How they both honor the other by gently fading away when their time was done. There is room for both dark and light, both are necessary, neither scary. Both teaches different lessons. Both offer different gifts.
My first day waking up at Blue Osa here in Costa Rica is a blessing. A blessing to be alive to witness why I came here, in this body, to have experiences like this, to see through eyes, to feel through a body, to have a felt experience. I bow in gratitude. To my soul, to this Costa Rican land, to the Divine Mother herself who has birthed all this majesty before us. Thank you!