Quietly Searching for Beauty

It has been one heck of a ten days!  The amount of time since I wrote the last post.  It is a good thing we cannot see the future.  I think many of us would just curl up into a ball.......and hide.

On the fourth of November,  a lovely lady who reads the blog, secured the lease for Casita Tranquila!  Less then twenty four hours after I posted the photos.  Several other people were interested as well.  It was an eye opening experience.  Through this past week, I've heard from many in emails asking for help in how to move to Mexico and how to find a place to live!  The next post that I will write will be about a "tiny" casita that a friend of mine is leasing.  I saw it on Friday and despite its size, it is very, very well thought out and has many wonderful qualities.

To be honest, I hardly remember what happened from Friday the 3rd until Tuesday the 8th.  It was a day of
great anticipation.  It was finally here.  Thankfully, I thought.  No more rude pundits and prognosticators.  Enough already. 

Just about the time that I was heading to a Viewing Party at a dear friend's house, it started pouring rain.
When I arrived, kiddingly I said, "I hope this isn't an omen".  Everyone said "shhhhh".  Oh my.  Shock
is an understatement at the feelings of all of us as we quietly left about 9:30PM.......quite early.

Waking in the middle of the night, it felt like I have felt in the past when a dear friend or family member  has died.  I hoped it was a bad dream and not true.  Waking to the light of day........and continuing rain and cold......I knew it  was  not a bad dream, but reality.

My way of dealing with grief and shock is to hunker down, not leave the house, and attempt to process
what has happened.  With the continuing rain and cold and darkness fittingly matching my mood, it was
easy to hunker down.

Hopefully I'm wrong, but I feel like democracy died with this election and all the hopes for a better America
for all hangs tenuously in the hands of those who are not empathetic and compassionate.  I so so hope that
I am wrong.

After seeing an interview in West Virginia this morning on CBS Sunday Morning with former coal miners, my heart was saddened by the people expecting the president elect to save them.  I so hope they are correct, as their lives seem to hang in the balance.  I could write a lot more about why I don't think that will happen but
I doubt you want to hear my thoughts on that subject.

So, when reflecting and recovering I search for beauty.  This moth on the wall on the roof terrace staggered me with its beauty.  I got as close as I thought possible to look at it quietly.  The colors, the simplicity, and
its aerodynamic shape reminded me that nature and the world itself can be perfect in their creation.  Literally, I sat and watched this moth for over an hour in awe.

The touching gestures I see in San Miguel that are so poignant always lift my heart.  This cross is built into a wall down the hill from my house.  Here someone has tucked a flower in the crack in the cross.  How lovely. A random act of kindness.

Then quite suddenly three things happened in the garden.  A sign, I think.  This night blooming cereus burst into bloom. Quite unusual for this time of the year.  Also blooming quite profusely is the poinsettia tree  and
one lone butterfly lily in Jennifer's garden. Again, at an odd time of the year.  What a gift, truly.

My point, of course, is yes we have to be vigilant and not give up on the United States or the people who need us.  We have to get back into being proactive, but we still have to remember the beauty surrounding us and the kindness and thoughtfulness not only of friends but total strangers.  It is ALL still there for us to be aware of at this time.

Onward!