Ants In My Pants.
A lesson I admire in nature is the idea that “Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.” — Lao Tzu. As I organize all of the intersecting tasks to be done for my greenhouse resurrection, I am reminded of this from time on the clock as well as from my gardening buddy, Kaylor, smiling and telling me “no prisa” or “do not rush.” I arrived here in the Osa Peninsula just over a week ago and unlike everyone around me, I’m handling the humidity rather well and able to sleep-in like I haven’t in months. My circadian rhythm has woken my body up between 4:30-6 am for years, but for some reason I have been sleeping until 7 or 8 am easily here. The internal regulator inside of me is struggling to not feel guilty or inadequate for not getting up before sunrise to start all of the things the day calls to. I am truly putting to practice that the days agenda is still completed even if I don’t rush to get up before my body wants to naturally. Flexing patience and harnessing ‘tico time’ fully. The main project I’m working on has many varying steps that each take a lot of time, so even if I wanted to rush, I wouldn’t be able to . The mornings I’ve been practicing yoga with the lovely retreat host this week, Huma Gruaz and spending 2 hours sorting through dirt from the compost before filling one wheelbarrow to take across to the garden beds in the farm. 3 days and 3 wheelbarrows down, at least 4 more to go. The garden beds are full of charcoal and after some online research I feel ready to attempt growing with this revolutionary “biochar” method. Between finding and cleaning containers, letting the sun evaporate any chlorine from the water for 48 hours, brewing compost tea for 24-36 hours, and doing daily soaks- this will probably be about a 2 week process of repeated tasks each day before I can think about planting anything. Boy, am I excited and anxious to get life in those beds. A major change from how my life looked and moved a few weeks ago. Neither better nor worse necessarily, but both perspectives to observe and highlight the strengths and weaknesses of. Jumping back and forth between such profound yoga practices and teachings to spending the day with my hands in the dirt has really been soul-filling. As I itch to adjust to later wake ups and slower paced productivity, I am enjoying taking time to figuratively smell the roses and literally watch the nature around me, like ants working relentlessly to move leaves across the trail I walk along to get to the greenhouse. Click here for some cute footage of said ants that are getting in my pants and simultaneously helping me find more pura vida, harness my inner tico/a and not feel the need to rush.