Jungle Love

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Sweet sensual lovers,

I have been far. I am so sorry, my sweets. I want to connect, just been deep in the woods without power.

Here’s the juice. Carnaval, as far as I could see, is a government sanctioned booze and sex fest. As soon as Carnaval Thursday hit, I felt a discernible shift in energy to something rather dark and out of current. I am not a party pooper. I just don’t get off on drunk, mojo-charged Brazilian men shoving their tongues down my throat at random. It happens and it’s just not how I roll.

By Monday, Rio was trashed. Beer cans, water bottles, costume feathers, glitter and garbage were all strewn out on the sidewalk. Drunken men met the same fate.

I fled.

I went up to a retreat center with some friends. The retreat center is in the jungle beside a stunning waterfall, 40 minutes outside of Rio. The goal was to get our hands dirty to clean up and give it a fresh start. Working in the jungle is intense, hard, and satisfying. The center was out of use for just over a month and needed a serious make-over. We weeded, seeded and cleared with still so much left to do. Inspiration is a powerful thing. With the new energy injection, there are plans to plant fruit trees, an orchid garden, and an organic herb and vegetable garden; even new electrical. It is a special paradise and one that I can return to at will. I can’t wait to see its evolution.

In the jungle, I am always amazed by the bigness of everything. Ants are gigantic, spiders are huge, and the vines are miraculous. I am also amazed by the smallness of myself in comparison to all that is around me. I love the jungle deeply. I feel nourished by Mother Earth while playing in the garden of her creation. I am in precarious union with the ever-present creatures and critters. There are several varieties of mosquitoes; each with its own unique style of sting, bite size and itch factor. I am lucky. They tend not to bother me, others in camp were a bloody mess.

And then the waterfalls, so many waterfalls! The waterfall by the center was 12ft high with 2 gigantic boulders supporting the weight of another boulder that lay across them. One retreat center initiation is to take a running jump off of a large boulder into the cool, clear water below. It takes a certain amount of blind faith to jump into the unknown. Trust has splendid rewards. When we leap, we are met with the sparkling bliss of being here, now and alive; something that all sensual lovers strive to achieve.

At camp, everyone has their roles. Mine was doctor. I treated almost every person in the camp for a variety of ailments. The ailments ranged from jungle tummy and severe dehydration, to a dislocated elbow, to crippling ligament pain, to severe cold damp invasion after eating raw jack resulting in chills, pain and diarrhea. I am so grateful for energy medicine, essential oils and basic herbs. It’s a special feeling to be able to help those in need.

After a week of easy flowing, purposeful days, we walked back out of the jungle into the swirling Brazilian chaos. I’ll be back. How could I possibly stay away from waterfalls, colorful birds, verdant jungles, warming jungle kitchen meals and the sweet company of close friends?

In the ecstasy of nature, I sit quietly under a lime tree in the front garden of my favela home with a view of the sea. Warm air wraps around my skin like a cashmere blanket and I am in bliss. The forest is my happy place.

What is yours?

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Sweet sensual lovers,

I have been far. I am so sorry, my sweets. I want to connect, just been deep in the woods without power.

Here’s the juice. Carnaval, as far as I could see, is a government sanctioned booze and sex fest. As soon as Carnaval Thursday hit, I felt a discernible shift in energy to something rather dark and out of current. I am not a party pooper. I just don’t get off on drunk, mojo-charged Brazilian men shoving their tongues down my throat at random. It happens and it’s just not how I roll.

By Monday, Rio was trashed. Beer cans, water bottles, costume feathers, glitter and garbage were all strewn out on the sidewalk. Drunken men met the same fate.

I fled.

I went up to a retreat center with some friends. The retreat center is in the jungle beside a stunning waterfall, 40 minutes outside of Rio. The goal was to get our hands dirty to clean up and give it a fresh start. Working in the jungle is intense, hard, and satisfying. The center was out of use for just over a month and needed a serious make-over. We weeded, seeded and cleared with still so much left to do. Inspiration is a powerful thing. With the new energy injection, there are plans to plant fruit trees, an orchid garden, and an organic herb and vegetable garden; even new electrical. It is a special paradise and one that I can return to at will. I can’t wait to see its evolution.

In the jungle, I am always amazed by the bigness of everything. Ants are gigantic, spiders are huge, and the vines are miraculous. I am also amazed by the smallness of myself in comparison to all that is around me. I love the jungle deeply. I feel nourished by Mother Earth while playing in the garden of her creation. I am in precarious union with the ever-present creatures and critters. There are several varieties of mosquitoes; each with its own unique style of sting, bite size and itch factor. I am lucky. They tend not to bother me, others in camp were a bloody mess.

And then the waterfalls, so many waterfalls! The waterfall by the center was 12ft high with 2 gigantic boulders supporting the weight of another boulder that lay across them. One retreat center initiation is to take a running jump off of a large boulder into the cool, clear water below. It takes a certain amount of blind faith to jump into the unknown. Trust has splendid rewards. When we leap, we are met with the sparkling bliss of being here, now and alive; something that all sensual lovers strive to achieve.

At camp, everyone has their roles. Mine was doctor. I treated almost every person in the camp for a variety of ailments. The ailments ranged from jungle tummy and severe dehydration, to a dislocated elbow, to crippling ligament pain, to severe cold damp invasion after eating raw jack resulting in chills, pain and diarrhea. I am so grateful for energy medicine, essential oils and basic herbs. It’s a special feeling to be able to help those in need.

After a week of easy flowing, purposeful days, we walked back out of the jungle into the swirling Brazilian chaos. I’ll be back. How could I possibly stay away from waterfalls, colorful birds, verdant jungles, warming jungle kitchen meals and the sweet company of close friends?

In the ecstasy of nature, I sit quietly under a lime tree in the front garden of my favela home with a view of the sea. Warm air wraps around my skin like a cashmere blanket and I am in bliss. The forest is my happy place.

What is yours?

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