Dar Far Contribution

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One Sayulita faithful, evening…::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

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I was sitting there on the beach that Sunday evening getting lost in the waves of eternity, slowly losing my focus on reality. A gentle breeze reminded me that I was part of the universe and that I was not alone. I heard a voice saying hello repeatedly and I resisted the urge to lose focus of the waves: my center of attention. The voice grew stronger and closer. Ultimately when the elf-like girl sat on her heels she stifled my silence. She gazed into my eyes deeply before she spoke and asked me if I wanted to buy some of her hand made hemp-jewelry. Hemp, what a beautiful word. Life changing amazing moments came to mind and I thought of you.

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She told me her name and why she was there that day in Sayulita on the beach. “It is nice to make your acquaintance,” I said to her. She giggled and in my drunken state I think I chuckled. She then began telling me her life story. At some point I found a necklace that was suitable for you and decided to donate to her living and buy it for you. I learned that the girl’s name is Sarah and that she traveled from beach city to beach city in Mexico with her boyfriend Careo. It was a privilege to meet someone who managed to learn how to silence societal-collective views of how life should be lived when one is in their late twenties. I became inquisitive of her nature. She began talking about life and living. We talked so much that the tide had then reached our sitting area, which was on a mini hill. While moving I asked, “Why,” when thoughts of one’s existence in life came to my judgment. Apparently, not only was she an artist, but also telepathic. I ended the sentence I started earlier much later with, “and the point?”

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“That’s an answer in itself!” she answered.

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I replied, “I think I keep asking this question over and over to myself and to those individuals that I have the pleasure of meeting on a daily basis. Asking it in as many different ways that I could think of…waiting to hear what I want to hear.”

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Her blonde locks kept getting stuck to her sun-dried lips as her mouth would move, then she said, “What do you want to hear. (Ahem) What answer are you looking for? Whatever it is…keep searching for the truth. Don’t stop.” :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

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…and so…here I am:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::flummoxed.:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

And how are you feeling today?