Letter from Bison
bison in paridise prison/changing cells
after a month in puerto angel i decided to move on to zippolate. here i am able to sleep next to the crashing waves on the beach in my hammock for 2.oo or 20 pesos. i am learning to live on 75pesos a day. or 7.50 dollars. which is pretty good. the place i now stay at has a family run place with three children. the amazing think is that the woman bakes these rolls and bread that are heavenly. she makes almound rolls. seceme seed bread and chocholate rolls and others with other fruit in it. i am planning to move on to st agustinio soon. it is a sweet community so i am told. i feel more like traveling. i was told of a community of ex slaves that inhabited an island near here. i plan to go there soon to see if it is my place with them. funny i feel like i am looking for my people and my home. that one day i will walk into a town and will reconize the people and they will reconize me. i will feel the vibe and know that i am where i belong.
my foot is healing up just fine. after spending time in zippolite i find it easy to stay out of the water. i interact with the sound of the ocean now. it submirges my consciousness day and night. it is the back ground for everything. in the moon light the waves take on a glow, as if the sea is smilling in a dark room. as the waves wind down to it smallest bubbles there is a sparkeling magic in it`s sound. a fuzzy tingling that inters the ears and permeates the consciousness. those smilling waves roll by crashing the shore over and over again. often i think of it as the pulse of the ocean or the heart beat of the sea. this thing is alive, it is organic and it is always communicating something weither i am lisning or not. it is always there whispering to me.
i am resting and relaxing at present, i am told that this is the only one of a few beaches that you can see the sun rise and set from the same beach. the sun seems to set in different places, i cannot explain that, but i am working on it. some one says it is because of the wobble of the earth, i don´t know about that. but i am in a place where i don´t have to know the time of day, the day of the week or month or the year, at least until my plane is due to return. that will not be for another three months. well talk to you later. oh yeah i hung out with the life guards, they are too cool...aa (bison)
after a month in puerto angel i decided to move on to zippolate. here i am able to sleep next to the crashing waves on the beach in my hammock for 2.oo or 20 pesos. i am learning to live on 75pesos a day. or 7.50 dollars. which is pretty good. the place i now stay at has a family run place with three children. the amazing think is that the woman bakes these rolls and bread that are heavenly. she makes almound rolls. seceme seed bread and chocholate rolls and others with other fruit in it. i am planning to move on to st agustinio soon. it is a sweet community so i am told. i feel more like traveling. i was told of a community of ex slaves that inhabited an island near here. i plan to go there soon to see if it is my place with them. funny i feel like i am looking for my people and my home. that one day i will walk into a town and will reconize the people and they will reconize me. i will feel the vibe and know that i am where i belong.
my foot is healing up just fine. after spending time in zippolite i find it easy to stay out of the water. i interact with the sound of the ocean now. it submirges my consciousness day and night. it is the back ground for everything. in the moon light the waves take on a glow, as if the sea is smilling in a dark room. as the waves wind down to it smallest bubbles there is a sparkeling magic in it`s sound. a fuzzy tingling that inters the ears and permeates the consciousness. those smilling waves roll by crashing the shore over and over again. often i think of it as the pulse of the ocean or the heart beat of the sea. this thing is alive, it is organic and it is always communicating something weither i am lisning or not. it is always there whispering to me.
i am resting and relaxing at present, i am told that this is the only one of a few beaches that you can see the sun rise and set from the same beach. the sun seems to set in different places, i cannot explain that, but i am working on it. some one says it is because of the wobble of the earth, i don´t know about that. but i am in a place where i don´t have to know the time of day, the day of the week or month or the year, at least until my plane is due to return. that will not be for another three months. well talk to you later. oh yeah i hung out with the life guards, they are too cool...aa (bison)
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