The things I remember from Ecuador, the times of being in the present, where I felt the deepness of being, things that I bring back that confirm and strengthen my present:
Sitting on the top of the tower on the Vota Basilica, seeing the valley of Quito spread out before me as a thunderstorm moves in with its rumble and lightening flashes. Being in the moment, as the rain pours against the basilica, and through the cracks in the towers -- dripping, dripping.
and we wait,
there, in the moment, as it rains.
In Banos -- sitting in the pools of the hot baths before sunrise -- the waterfall trickling down from the mountain, the quiet spaces of the pools -- feeling my toes, legs, and body in the warmth...
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