January is almost upon us and one less day of winter. Busy planning the next trip to paradise, I yearn for white sand this winter and a hut on the hill, an ocean view, fresh coconut juice and papaya, fish and rice, how nice!
We’re building a typhoon resistant pentagon shaped home this time out of concrete and steel, one that is hard to knock down and will stand for a century, or more… I expect my children’s children will be born in that house and we will build it to last!
I’ll hang my hammock and plant my garden, grow my roots and plan my day around the rising sun and tides, the fishing boats and afternoon showers. It will allow me to tune into my inner voice, my creative flow will manifest unfettered by the noise and jabber of so called civilization.