i passed my one month mark, and i am alive and possibly in one of the most exciting times of my life. Fortunate to have lived all over the world, collecting unique experiences, memorable slips, and laughable lessons learned.... This one is no different, maybe better.
The now is what is mostly contributing to what i will be tomorrow, and i can confidently say it will be a better, less afraid of the dark and a more open to surprises me. Throughout the years, My connection with nature has moved from a philosophical and behind the desk, a hookah (college days) or a cup of spiked coffee stage, to a close, palpitating, and respectful 'because its there in front of me' fuzzy and awestruck place. Now moremthan ever.
Nature and the gifts it brings have an intrinsic value of their own, separate to what we attribute to of gain from them. Stewards is our role(uuu thesis reminiscing). In Tortuguero, the formula is set. the gift of the turtle arrivada, carrying over 17,000 turtles per season to this 5 mile stretch of sand, fortunately also provides for the improved lifestyle if a community of 500+ junglers (almost noninstrusively), and even tho the scheme is still broken and corrupted by the black market poachers and greedy competitors, the potential here is huge. A community that relies on the success of prosperity of a species. What a lovely eureka formula. If only this foot tripping community wasnt so. i guess there's time to grow. Baby steps...
Back to being philosophical, guess the hookah baileys drinking humanities gal is still in here somewhere.
The socratic training at CCC has been maturing. As the training wheels come off, i think we are all developing a sense of pride in how far we've come, and for me a bit of prenostalgia, hoping this piece of jungle adventure wont turn into a past life feel (what having lived in japan now feels like). The family connection we've built and the stories we've created have been, as credit card ads say, priceless, and the turtle time legendary. Gathering tales of jungle kings.
-- there will be lots of noted lasts these days, and im happy today was one of the good ones: 9/11/11 stormy 6 hour day survey @ park with Carolyn where we were assigned to excavate a nest that appeared to be in the mother nature's agenda as well, punctually showcasing dozens of emerging hatchlings waiting to be escorted by 2 lovely ccc RAs. We encountered the first layer headies popping out, afterwards the first brave ones heading for the waves. amazing little pitter patts heading to the water. in total, 113 tortuguinas. we guarded e/ and every one to sea. shoo vultures, shoo crabs, dogs, and tourists... then while returning thru national park, i had my usual conversation with the howler monkeys, then we were followed by a family of flirty spider monkeys, a snake slicked over my feet, and we bumped into another black wood somehting fresh water turtle.
even tho we later were told that our 2 hours guarding and excavating move with the hatch's was a wrong one, my newly developed maternal instincts told me otherwise, that combined with the butterflies in my stomach and the photo opp. it was a good day. thank you carolyn for joining me, my frantic snake dance you will take to your grave thank you very much. i will do the same with your spider web shimmy. lol
The now is what is mostly contributing to what i will be tomorrow, and i can confidently say it will be a better, less afraid of the dark and a more open to surprises me. Throughout the years, My connection with nature has moved from a philosophical and behind the desk, a hookah (college days) or a cup of spiked coffee stage, to a close, palpitating, and respectful 'because its there in front of me' fuzzy and awestruck place. Now moremthan ever.
Nature and the gifts it brings have an intrinsic value of their own, separate to what we attribute to of gain from them. Stewards is our role(uuu thesis reminiscing). In Tortuguero, the formula is set. the gift of the turtle arrivada, carrying over 17,000 turtles per season to this 5 mile stretch of sand, fortunately also provides for the improved lifestyle if a community of 500+ junglers (almost noninstrusively), and even tho the scheme is still broken and corrupted by the black market poachers and greedy competitors, the potential here is huge. A community that relies on the success of prosperity of a species. What a lovely eureka formula. If only this foot tripping community wasnt so. i guess there's time to grow. Baby steps...
Back to being philosophical, guess the hookah baileys drinking humanities gal is still in here somewhere.
The socratic training at CCC has been maturing. As the training wheels come off, i think we are all developing a sense of pride in how far we've come, and for me a bit of prenostalgia, hoping this piece of jungle adventure wont turn into a past life feel (what having lived in japan now feels like). The family connection we've built and the stories we've created have been, as credit card ads say, priceless, and the turtle time legendary. Gathering tales of jungle kings.
-- there will be lots of noted lasts these days, and im happy today was one of the good ones: 9/11/11 stormy 6 hour day survey @ park with Carolyn where we were assigned to excavate a nest that appeared to be in the mother nature's agenda as well, punctually showcasing dozens of emerging hatchlings waiting to be escorted by 2 lovely ccc RAs. We encountered the first layer headies popping out, afterwards the first brave ones heading for the waves. amazing little pitter patts heading to the water. in total, 113 tortuguinas. we guarded e/ and every one to sea. shoo vultures, shoo crabs, dogs, and tourists... then while returning thru national park, i had my usual conversation with the howler monkeys, then we were followed by a family of flirty spider monkeys, a snake slicked over my feet, and we bumped into another black wood somehting fresh water turtle.
even tho we later were told that our 2 hours guarding and excavating move with the hatch's was a wrong one, my newly developed maternal instincts told me otherwise, that combined with the butterflies in my stomach and the photo opp. it was a good day. thank you carolyn for joining me, my frantic snake dance you will take to your grave thank you very much. i will do the same with your spider web shimmy. lol
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