I've begun writing again! It's December 2nd! I'm here in the Valley in southern Spain.

It’s Saturday afternoon in the little town where I live…..it’s like living in Little Switzerland, the little town I visited as a girl in the Blue Ridge mts of the Carolinas…

For the people of the nearby city of Algeciras, Pelayo is magical….
I look out my window to the Strait of Gibraltar, the color of grayish blue, and the clouds lifted high enough now to see the mountain range on the African side….Im so close I can make out little villages in Morrocco. Down below in the village is the soccer field, and the players played in the rain that just halted.. The village is full of magic. I keep meeting more and more people, and each time I meet people filled with gratitude. The older retired men, seem to all play father to me.

Two nights ago, I delivered the “Attracting Perfect Love” to a woman in Algeciras at a café at 9pm at night. She owns a perfume and makeup shop. She and I are making great discoveries together about what we want in a “perfect mate”. I saw through helping her, that I had an issue come up again for me…..I saw myself being submissive and holding back my true self, in the male/female relationship experience recently. We laughed about it, and I said that what I want is being “Jane” , as in Tarzan and Jane…..Jane , who swings through the jungle, as well, following her own inner guidance! Her own jungle calls!

I find myself flowing with the life I’m creating here…..that night after the course, I slept in my own private room at Juan and Antonia’a private pension….I got to have a hot salt bath! Their pension is two blocks from the central square in Algeciras, and it is so quiet and still. The next day, Antonia (80 yrs old, adorned with her red hair and gold jewelry and gypsy like earrings) beckoned me into the kitchen of her traditional colonial style home, to feed me paella and some other samples from the sea.

In the day, I went with my friend, Milagro, to nearby Getares, which is so close I could almost walk, and there she showed me the apartment I could stay in that is right on the Getares beach. Getares is a modern suburb… I flow with loving gratitude for my blessings! As Milagro says, here everything is close by…it’s so true…I’m finding I don’t need a car…and Milagro and many others prefer being without a car, too.

In the early afternoon, I went back to my village apartment, to rest, and to get Principe restocked with love, attention and food. And in the evening, I went back to Getares, to a yoga center, where Curra, the owner had invited me to hold a chanting session after the yoga class. The chanting was magnificent… the room filled to the max with the loving voices of the students…….its always magical for me….and in the late evening I walked to the seaside apartment, already prepared for my visit.

In the morning the sun blazed across the sea and into my window, beckoning me to come out and play…when I woke up that morning, my head and my body were filled with some negativity, some noise….like, “how is it all going to happen? The classes and such…how will I gather the people? How will I hold the gathering?......such familiar noise…….a signal to get back in touch with gratitude……the beach at Getares….had just a few fisherman and walkers…I knew the angels had arranged that I be at Getares beach…..it was time to reconnect with the elements of nature , by the sea I went out in bare feet….I started to feel the sand comforting my feet, as I walked I began to let myself breathe deeply….i let the sound of the waves fill me, fill me….and wash away the residue of noise. After walking and walking , I set all my belongings down, and began to twirl and raise my hands to the blue sky…..and I thanked the heavens , the angels for bringing me here….there is nothing as powerful as reaching my arms to the heavens to give thanks…I really feel my body returning to the feeling of gratitude….and this is all I need to feel…..then I began to think of each person in my life, and thank them for coming in their form…..I danced , twirled , squished my feet in the sand, shook myself…back and forth, up and down the beach….

I felt better and better..until I began to see the sea in all its depth and beauty, and every grain of sand , a miracle.

I haven’t had a watch since I got to Spain…I ask people or sometimes bring my alarm clock….i sensed it was the perfect time to walk from Getares to the main road to catch the bus back to my village….on the walk , all the way, was a perfect sidewalk! I reached in plenty of time and found a herbolisteria (health store) right at the stop that had my curiousity. The woman my age, was walking her 85 yr old mother outside the shop,,,and we began to talk…I shared about my mother, and now that my mother had transitioned that Dad was experiementing for the first time with cooking…She was delighted to hear my stories…and inside when I glimpsed her shop, I saw many of the things I had been looking for …another magical shop…just on the road to my village. Her granddaughters (2 or 3 yrs old)stepped out from the back . The girls with eyes so, so big and bright….beaming, beaming….crystal children….bringing love to our planet…..

I love catching the bus….its so comfortable, and I get to be chauffered …while I peer out the huge windows….

The bus leaves me just a few blocks from the apt. …I paused ….its the perfect time to buy fresh vegetables and eggs from the little store in the village….Fernando, my age, runs the store…I step in off the street….he greets me with eyes filled with gratitude…
This time I get a surprise….as we speak of his mother who passed away 8 months ago ( I met her last year), he invites me into his adjacent rooms…where he lives to see pictures of his mother….he says…”she was always laughing”. I was thinking, “that’s what people say of ME, since I arrived”.

I feel a little cautious, going into his private quarters….he loves to kiss me , Spanish style on both cheeks , whenever I come….and he does it with such passion. This time the salsa music was playing and he asked me if I love to dance and we began dancing…He dances with such passion, such style, I think of the men in the latin clubs in South America….He wears such suave shoes…he is handsome…

I ask if he is married since he wears a ring…..he’s not. He says he has never been married…always lived with his mother…took care of her…he loved her deeply…

He asks if I will call him and gives me his number. He mentions the Chorro….which is the spring that pours out of the earth, just 100meters from where I sleep. I haven’t seen it yet…it’s back in the thick lush growth above the last house, close to the mountain valley wall….many people ask me about the chorro, if I have seen it…

I know I will go to see it, very soon. There is something magical about the Chorro, too.

When I come back to the apartment, it begins to rain heavily, lovingly….my timing is perfect once again….that’s how it seems to go with me….I reach my destination, just in time for a rain storm!

Principe eagerly awaits the feeding time….He greets me with a jump on my lap and rubbing his furry cheek to mine..As I gaze into his huge golden eyes , I realize that his eyes are the eyes of Fernando.