For the past five months, Sofia and I have turned to this project to regain our hold on the world. Unexpected ordeals would trip our balance but working on the materials for the workshop helped us find our center.
We don't leave the house unless we have to run errands and I'm starting to feel older than I actually am. If we are the sum of the 5 people we hang out with the most then we're really coming up short, unless all 3 dogs count (they do!).
In our small garden, I've learned to enjoy a new level of quietness. It is the opposite of cranking up the volume until all sound is blaring noise. Instead, I tune into a silence so deep, I seem to hear the earth breathe.
We took the old motorcycle out for a spin on the far end of the beach and we dreamed of exploring new breaks this way. It wasn't surfing but it felt just like it: the rev and the runs, the torque in the turns.
If I met a past version of myself today, I wouldn't know if we would get along. Four years ago, I didn't surf. I thought I had my life figured out; but nobody ever does, except the old, the wise, and the satisfied.
Young coconut leaves are woven and filled with unwashed rice. Once you have a bunch, you tie all the pieces together and boil for half an hour. The result is a delicious sticky rice that you can eat anywhere, sitting down or standing up. I grew up eating puso in Cebu.
Do you remember all the wonderfully confused versions of yourself? Those past selves you now cringe at; those times you thought you failed at being real because you were only as good as you understood-- those are the moments you need to stop feeling sorry for.