Wednesday, January 21, 2009

My Life

Here, in the lovely, warm, coastal lands of Mexico, I sit and watch the sunsets, and wish I had someone to share them with. Not for me a life that is settled, it seems, for the Almighty has yet to bring me to my wife, ( or the other way around ). So I watch my sunsets alone, and muse upon the life I have lived, upon the stories that I can tell, and I find that I seem to stumble blindly from one adventure straight into another, though not the one I have prayed for it seems. So I post here some notes, upon what I see!!!

As though life could be as uncomplicated as this photo appears, still dangers lurk beneath the still waters. Not necessarily a croc though. Even if this is just a baby, troubles begin small, and next thing you know a mole hill has become a mountain. Or perhaps a gopher hole becomes a thick, dense, overgrown valley, it all merely is a matter of ones perspective.

For every mountain, there is a valley, and for every hill there is a hole, yet the sum of what may be is greater than the whole. Okay, so that is a bad pun, but it holds true.
This past week I had the priviledge of visiting some of the local caves, some were glorified holes in the ground, but one, which appeared to be little more than a hole opened into several caverns, and what appeared to be an oubliette.
below you will find why I say that some holes in life are not to be so greatly feared, for this is adventure, and this is the type which is best when shared.

This is the hole.

The throat.

Crossing the oubliette.

Staring into the abyss.

Sights to behold....

Here I took a leap of faith....

My ankle was sprained, when I landed, but I never once complained. I made my choices, and I live with them.

I stand upon a mountainside, and view my valleys, and future mountains, such a view puts the low times into perspective. For even in the midst of everything, in every day, there is some beauty to be found...

like this life, amongst the dead, dried out background. If one looks it can be seen.