
Got up at 0 dark 30 and headed to Playa Santispac on the Bahia Concepcion to catch the sunrise over the bahia (bay).
I sat in the complete dark and watched the stars rotate in the sky, as I rested well in my Thermalounger chair and cozy in my suit. I sat and reflected on the incredible wealth in my life - I can sit here, on this beach, in this way, and be grateful. It was a time filled with goodness.



I met Jim on the beach and after a long day of sun and reading I went to his RV and spent a good bit of time talking and sharing life. Sheryl came back from town later in the afternoon and entered into the long talk, bringing with her a woman's sensibility we certainly lacked. It was a wonderful intersection of two (three) lives and they've invited me back for dinner tomorrow, which I'll take them up on.
It was a day of fullness. Of sun, rest, reading, writing, talking, cervesas, company. All I had wanted and, as is the grace of Abba, much more.

2 comments:
Those are beautiful pictures of the sunrise! I've been enjoying following your travels. I can't help but be reminded of that time our Senior year in High School when you watched me "eat it" and crush my nuts on that moto-cross bike in front of my house...then looking over at you with your head buried in the trunk of a car pretending you didn't see it! I look forward to catching up when you return...
Peace...Chris
OMG casey! dude. i am DYING here! love that you are doing this! i shall continue to live vicariously....
besos,
bridget
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