Today the sun is shining and the Privassion river rages loudly outside the villa. I slept under the stars of a hand made thatched roof hut made by the Belizians but a process dated back to the Mayans.
Yesterday we hiked down to the end of the trail and jumped into the river, toddlers included. It was not for the faint of heart and something grandmother would have a stroke over if she knew. (Luckily she cannot figure out how to read blogs!) The 3 and 5 year old played in the sand, swam in the river, climbed treacherous rocks. It’s the way little boys are meant to be.
Our friend is reading John Elderidges book Wild at Heart. “It’s sure been a growing experience meeting your family,” he said this morning, when I found him at the river’s edge. Wild at Heart is required reading for any man. A rite of passage, and an amazing glimpse into the secrets of why men are who they are, and how the desire for Adventure is firmly branded within their hearts.
So far two of the 9 travelers here have fallen victim to a mysterious illness that’s had them barfing and crying among other symptoms. The illness is in the other Villa isolated to the family we are staying with, and we’re not sure where it came from.
Tonight we are having a Guatemalan dinner. Tomorrow, we take a tiny 12 seater back to Belize airport and fly home.
Always, I am writing. Thinking about love, life, escape, retreat, restraint, and the inner longings of the soul.
I got into the car one morning and looked inside my center console, to find my three year old’s soccer trophy. I found it interesting that he had left it there because just the day prior the trophies were handed out to my sons at the last soccer game of the season by the coach. The 5 year old had waited the entire season for the trophy. His best friend, another 5 year old on the team, had been talking about the trophy he’d receive for days. All of the boys badly longed for that gold trophy, and could not wait to receive it!
In the world we live in, we continually strive for the trophies of reward that signify each achievement and decade. One year it’s a new car trophy, the next a new job, a new achievement, the latest technology, laptop, gadget, grill, fill in the blank.
Our trophies are material, and our trophies are immaterial. Most of the time we take it for granted that in other countries where people are hungering for a meal, that in ours, we have access to any kind of trophy we want. Trophies represent achievement, sure. But what if we didn’t have to achieve anything at all to be happy, and what if we didn’t need some material representation of a reward?
The trophy was so important to the five year old that he carried it gingerly inside the house and placed it on the shelf in the living room for all to see. Anyone who walked in was told about the trophy, and how he earned it.
When I got into the car and saw my 3 year old’s trophy lying there among old scraps of paper, a pen, and some change, I smiled.
In a world where trophy’s matter, it was nice to know someone who just didn’t care.
My Compass moved me:
A friend who is far away is sometimes much nearer than one who is at hand. Is not the mountain far more awe-inspiring and more clearly visible to one passing through the valley than to those who inhabit the mountain?
In life coaching there’s a term called Running Your Patterns. When we run our patterns, we repeat the
same things over and over again with different people, places and things. We enter and exit relationships
in much the same way, sometimes with decades in between. We follow the same subtle patterns and sometimes it’s so unconscious that it is impossible to see the pattern ourselves.
You might have a friend who has a pattern of meeting, falling out of love, and marrying again. You may know someone else who has a pattern of addiction that has affected his or her life.
In psychology it’s called reacting from cognitive biases – limiting beliefs that cause you to automatically respond, react, and live your life patterns unintentionally. Cognitive biases are beliefs we hold that color our views of situations, people, and relationships. We all fall into patterns. Some good, some bad. One man’s pattern is solely his. You may be confused why someone could fall victim to alcoholism, they may wonder why you fall into the pattern of busyness, or workaholism.