This intro is especially for my husband, Dan. He once said, as we were riding on our tandem, “I’ll never know if you have Alzheimer’s,” because my answer was always, “I don’t know,” when he asked me where we were. I am truly geographically challenged. This morning, believe it or not, I completely overshot our resort entrance. I eventually saw a rather large, barn-looking building that I was “quite sure” I had never seen before. I asked a young man if he knew where Las Lajas was located. He said, “This is Las Lajas.” The whole beach is called Las Lajas, not just our resort! So, I just turned around, and, of course, I had past it. My friends said they watched me walk by and thought it was intentional. Maybe it was.
Funny that I had a dream last night that I was lost. I dream that a lot. I also recall a real-life memory from my childhood. I was about six years old. I apparently “knew” where a boy lived who had done something wrong. A policeman came to our house and asked me to show him where the boy lived. Well, danged if I could find it! I can still remember that feeling of confusion. I’ve gotten over it though. GPS is my best friend. I love technology.
So, my walk was a bit longer than anticipated this morning, and oh so lovely.
Don’t blink during this next one. I’ll try it again later, but these are the pelicans that fly overhead. I could not see my phone screen, so not sure what I pressed. They cast an impressive shadow over the resort when they fly over.
Last night’s dinner.
And a great breakfast after my walk.
A bit of excitement. I’m sitting here next to the pool, and Gloria just got stung by a scorpion. The pool cleared quickly. One man stayed in, caught the scorpion with a Croc, and promptly killed it on the tile at the edge of the pool. The owner took the scorpion and Gloria to the bar. He poured creme de menthe over the sting, rubbed the dead scorpion over the sting, gave Gloria a shot of the creme de menthe, poured a bit more over the sting, and Bob’s your uncle! Now you know.
Given that I have been mesmerized by all the patterns in the sand here, I found interesting this excerpt I read today from Painting in Flowing Out:
“When enjoying nature on a walk in the garden, note how patterns are everywhere: repeating patterns of veins in leaves and drops of water, spirals of fractality in pinecones or broccoli buds, and floral fractals such as Queen Anne’s lace. Some repetitions are as small as a pile of pebbles, or as large as the wave patterns, seen in the ocean. Some of these are forever expanding, as the planets or stars, their movements overlapping, or spiraling within each other. When we take time to recognize these repeating patterns, notice their prolific repetitions or the change from microcosmic to macrocosmic, we can only marvel. Mathematicians talk about the Fibonacci code as being a repeated formation in the Nautilus spiral, the sunflower, the snowflake, and other of nature’s creations based on this common fractal.”
I have found fractals interesting ever since watching a documentary on PBS about a group of biologists who cut down a tree in a virgin forest and discovered that this single tree represented the entire forest, or at least part of it. Each stem and branch represented another tree nearby.
I have also been reading about Carl Jung’s archetypes, which seem to be the fractal patterns from which our personal expressions evolve in the world. Wow! And now there is a band called Archetypes and Repetitions. A rabbit hole for sure. I can’t go there right now. It’s time for dinner.
