Whispers

Before I go on, have a read of this poem:

Daughter

There is so much that I love about this.

I’ll teach her to be whole, to be holy,

to be so much that she doesn’t even

need me anymore.

 

I will make her stronger than me.

 

I’ll make her understand that she is worth more

with her clothes on.

 

I’ll tell her that people must earn the right

to use her nickname,

that forced intimacy is an ugly thing.

 

I’ll explain to her that it’s better to regret the things

she has done than the things she hasn’t.

 

I find I live my life by that last sentence, though I still have a rule-Never Regret Anything.  There is no point.  Regret is like the problem that has no solution; remove the problem and you are free.

This is the theory anyway.

So where was I?

Breakfast

Miraflores.  My first pit stop in Lima, before heading on to Cusco (finally!).  I had a wonderful morning just taking it all in, enjoying whatever my antennae were picking up.  It was peaceful and quiet, though loud and disruptive at the same time.  The feeling is indescribable – akin I’d imagine to that state of meditation one goes into.  Contentment I believe the word is.  Yes, as close to contented I could imagine my mind being.  No white noise.  Everything having a specific reason and purpose, and I, privy to being there to witness it.

‘Saturday 4th October 1005am

Not very much time [to write] though my head is already transported.

What can I hear?  Birds of all kinds, talking, fighting, some even sound squeaky, like a mouse (I do hope it’s not!).  There is construction, never ending sawing and hammering.  There is an owl which sounds like it should be in bed by now.  And there is the never ending sound of traffic – engines, horns, heavy lorries.

My lodge is actually a quiet haven.  I smirk now as I wonder – why on earth would I have wanted to come here with anyone else.  Noise and chatter would have ruined this.

It is colder than I thought it would be, though I indulged myself in a glorious hot shower this morning.

I slept like an absolute dream until about 6am, then in fits and bursts until about 8.30.

My taxi will be here soon.  I am glad I am well rested for it makes exploring in Cusco later a little more viable.

I already feel like I stink.  I brought no perfumes and actually I think I didn’t even bother bringing shampoo.

I enjoyed getting into my thermal layers as my make shift pyjamas, like some sort of stage crew snake all in black.

I almost don’t want to leave.  I am quite content just being.

Although yesterday having internet felt like the best thing, today I just want to cut off.  There are too many distractions, too many stressors waiting for me back home.  I want to leave them all behind and just live in the current moment.  No doubt they will all come crashing down upon me when I return.  These things seldom stay buried for long.

I better go, but I had the chance to read a little on Cusco and its amazing history.  Looking forward to learning more.’

Down time