a week at maya tulum

"She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful & life was so short."
— Brian Andreas

Wave watchers
Papaya goddesses
Mango mania
OMG x2 massages
Oh my heck
Dance parties
Journey proud
Talks of delish food
And legs up the wall.

Handstands in the sea
Cartwheels in the sand
Cerveza in the canal
Copal.
And more copal.

Births
Loss
And letting go.

Playbooks
Poetry
And letters to selves

The safe zone
The sacred space
The sweatbox
Sunrise and sunset
Toci
And sea turtles too.

Holy moly moon magic
Mango margarita
Mayan mud smeared bodies
Morning writing

Meet
Mingle
Move

Endless walks
Surrender into savasana.
Through the rain
Breathe
And Be

The stories.
Oh my god, the stories.
Stories of pain and joy and sorrow and loss and hopes and dreams.
Strangers
Then friends
And a soul group.

Giving
Receiving
This one wild and precious life.

For all of this and so much more
I am forever in love with this group of 21 that became one over the course of one short week.

Crying
Not because I'm sad.
But because the world is oh so beautiful and life is short.

Live it up.
Love it up.