My tresses have not seen a blow dryer in three weeks. My body has not felt a hot shower since the morning I left New York & I can count on one hand the number of times I have worn makeup since being here. My diet is entirely pescatarian. I have sweated in ways I didn’t even think were possible. The sticky moist heat though, oddly, reminds me that I am very much a living creature. It serves as my daily mindfulness exercise; when I feel the trickle of sweat beading down my spine, collecting heavily on my upper lip or pooling under my breasts, I am reminded - I am alive. I am alive. I am alive. My flesh has a dozen or two mosquito bites; they too need to eat. Pink raised welts on my limbs, evidence of their feeding, also a reminder that we all co-exist, we all are trying to survive, we all need each other.
Life is slow and simple here in #Jamaica
though there is a palpable connectedness between the people and the earth, stirring as an undercurrent of their culture. I am blessed to be a part of life here, and to witness this raw beauty.
Here I am. Three weeks into this journey. Clutching freshly picked limes and frangipani flowers. Sweating. Im living my dream. And for however long this journey lasts, and regardless of where the path will lead, I am undoubtedly #grateful