Destination Harmony

Destination Harmony

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“I’ve come here every weekend for the past 15 years.”

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We’re soaking in hot springs. Tucked away in a micro-pocket of paradise, basking in the bliss of our desert oasis. My new friend is a Latino man in his late 60’s, with leathery skin and an effervescent smile. He is King of the Springs. If ever there was someone to share a tub with, Juan is your man.

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Enthusiastically he informs me about all the other hot spots within a 100 mile radius, but THIS he declares is the best. (I’ll be honest, it’s nothing spectacular, the waters are great, the surroundings? Not so nice.) However, Juan has deemed this a getaway worthy of his weekly 2 hour commute roundtrip dip. We continue talking, and maybe it’s the healing, grounding quality of all his time in these mineral spring waters…but, Juan might just be one of the most content human beings I’ve ever encountered.

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15 years? Wow. I scan through my memory files. Beyond food and sleep (and even sleep is suspect at that) is there ANYTHING that I can claim I’ve done consistently for the past fifteen years? An enlightened version of me would like to say: Meditated. Told myself “I Love You.” Told someone else “I Love You.” Showed up in service. Tasted sunshine. WAS someone else’s sunshine. Danced. Communed in nature… my ideal list goes on.

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Equally I feel the draw to continually surprise myself. Stay in motion and discovery. Travel. Push my own edges, dismantle patterns. Disrupt my natural inclinations for comfort to seek innovation, evolution, and creation. Do I REALLY want the same?

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Watching Juan has got me wondering though…there is a spiritual mastery to the life he has created. No grasping, seeking, yearning, no craving. He fully IS in his IS-ness. His countenance is beatific as he shares his slice of bliss, getting more raisin-skinned by the minute.

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It was essential to our founding forefathers that we have happy-ness. Yet, within the very principle of its pursuit (right alongside life and liberty) comes the implication that we are fundamentally lacking it. Aaaaand. I’m ok with that. Because I’ve long known happy is not included in my metric for success or fulfillment. There’s no sustainability in happy. Anchoring yourself to Destination Happy doesn’t allow for fluidity and the necessary range of a human in full expression. Just happy? Nah. Give me raw anger and tumultuous chaos, married with sinewy sadness and ebullient joy, matched with the grace of transcendent stillness. Most of all what I want is HARMONY. Let me be well, may I allow *peace*.

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It could just be the secret sauce is in balance: continually recalibrating and re-writing my personal coordinates for contentedness.

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Who knows? Maybe those coordinates look a little something like taking a mini-pilgrimage every week and journeying to my own special spot. Like Juan, creating an oasis amidst this All-ness, and soaking in the sweetness of my own heaven on earth.

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Right here, right now, I feel content.

Right here, right now, I love myself.

Right here, right now, I love YOU.

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Basking in all this sunshiney springtime jubilee, I’m off to commune in nature! Might even squeeze in some meditation 

 

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Loving you,
Maelyn 

 

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photo c/o Jess

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