I am sitting on the bus from Lima to cusco, 24 hour bus ride. its been 10 hours and it’s 6:30 in the morning. The sunrise is welcoming me to this new land with a warm embrace and subtle energy amplified by the valley. These mountains that stretch of amber, late, and deep bronze playfully expand to the horizon. The whimsical clouds are illuminated with orange and strawberry sherbet liquified with a hint of pastel. There are profound gorges that dip to the center of the earth with sparkles of houses showing glimpses of life.
The sky is barbie blue and the clouds against it are singing. The moon appears, wise and listening, full and slowly descending into the valley energy. This landscape, these feelings, these memories are potent, laced with thankfulness and love, I feel alive. This is the moment I dreamed of before coming to South America.
Life is here, now, in this moment waiting for us to listen to it. It’s burning with anxiousness and loving us even when we aren’t listening