So about a couple of times every year my family and I get to stay at the EOC. Next week will be that time. I like to reminisce about how the EOC, the beaches and the jungle helped me raise, and still does, my children. When they were infants, I thought we would never survive the heat of the equator, or 9 degrees above to be exact. Then, with a crying baby, or 2, I would walk just a few steps and we could immerse our bodies into the Pacific Ocean. There was instant relief! As much as it seemed like the waters soothed my babies, I feel like it might have soothed me more. At a time where I was so sleep deprived and hardly could make a meal for myself, Mother Nature was caring for me, for us once again. It only continued, there was the freshest place for the girls to nap. Right at that line where you could feel the air come from the ocean and cut the heat. The shade from the palm trees there was so epic. It was like the "sweet spot" of the beach. I usually had them in a stroller, but occasionally I would take the pack-n-play and at times, they would just sleep on a blanket right on top of the sand. This was a potent place where I could find rest, as well. A nice capper for the afternoon of restoration was the fresh coconut to drink from, upon waking. The beach is filled with young" pipas" with sweet coconut water. A refreshing delight! I guess I could go on, but I will close with the most incredible sensation that I would receive to finish the day. In all honesty, majority of my gifts would come at sunset. Everyday it would seem more picturesque. I knew if I hadn't gotten to the beach during the day, if I could just make it to see the sunset, I would feel complete.
My good friend visited us long ago. She shared her thought with me about her first night of sleeping. She said, "Oh, I am out of the city and I am finally away from all of that noise! I'm going to have a great night sleep." That night, the air was cool, so she thought to sleep to the open air. In the morning, I was so excited for her to speak of her long awaited rest. She said, "Shelley, do you know how noisy 'your' jungle is?" I guess like anything, I had grown used to it. She said," I didn't sleep a wink!" She started to explain that she really realized that she had grown used to the sirens and the traffic and the ambulances, but in the night here,there were bugs and birds and monkeys and other animals communicating to each other all night long! There were so many sounds that she didn't know. And, she didn't realize she didn't know. Then, she went on a "guided nature hike" at night, She saw frogs and snakes and owls and bats. After we started talking about the statistic that 80% of animals are nocturnal! That really only 20% of all other mammals are like us! Whether that is the actual number or not, was not the point. The point is, we forget about this amazingly, "rockin" nightlife of the jungle, especially when we are with the "nightlife" of the city. It is incredible to be a part of both and honor both. Hope to share with you the "rockin' nightlight of the jungle." Pura Vida!
I have really started to see nature in a way that resembles a band. Where each tree, animal, beach has its instrumental part in the "master song." One could not have this song without each other. We are indepentant and dependent in so many ways. I think I first started to notice this when we had to cut down a few dying mango trees in the beginning stages of building the EOC. We actually had to go through an incredible amount of beuracracy with the local environmental protection department. In fact, at the time, it felt to me like we submitted more than 2 trees worth of paperwork to get permission to cut down the 2 for safety reasons. Then, a day later, I went to see how the work was being completed. There sat a tribe of howler monkeys right on the edge of the tree line. The place where they relied on the vast limb, of the now cut down old mango tree, that once extended for them to complete their journey from mountain to sea. No lie, they looked down at me and howled as howler monkeys do. I think much about it at first. Then, it became certain that they were talking to me, explaining "their side of the situation." I am not claiming to be a :monkey whisperer." But, that day, the demanded my attention and I obliged. I dropped what I was doing and into compassion with them. I started talking back. It really went back and forth for about 15 min. I finally just said, "sorry" and asked for forgiveness. Their tone changed. As crazy as it sounds, this really happened to me! And, they somehow found another route. It exemplified the intense responsibility we have in relationship. It is true in every relationship with have and in every move we make. And, if for some reason we forget or have to do something that negatively affects someone else, it is important to ask for forgiveness and see if you can offer a gift of restoration to mend a previous "contract". That is my desire for us, for all of us. Pura Vida!
Even before I lived here and would come as a visitor, I remembered myself saying, "if I can just get my feet in the sand (Costa Rican sand), I know this pain in my knee will go away ( or whatever pain I was having at the time for that matter)." Seriously, no lie! I would get here and 2-3 days would go by (sometimes less) and I would feel 5-10 years younger and pain free! Someone once said to me, "the most powerful healing energy comes at the "tideline" where the sea meets land. "
I often exercise in the mornings at Espadilla Beach in front of the EOC, I consciously walk this line. Here, the ocean breaks and softens the earth. The soft sand is a place where I find it a bit harder to walk, but somehow in this challenge, inevitably "softens" me too. As I really use my muscles, they merge with the earth and my view of everything is refreshed. There is peace and beauty presents itself, once again. I ask myself, "is it the energy that vibrates at this line or is it just the positive mindset that makes me feel light?" Regardless, I feel renewed. If you have been here, you probably know what I'm talking about. Maybe you just felt it and didn't talk about it or maybe you did. None-the-less, Espadilla Beach is not just a concept I write about. It's potent and healing and real! It's a place that gets into your cells and becomes a friend and place for renewal. For all that is here, I am grateful to be "barefoot in the sand." Thank you and pura vida.
Shelley Workman, EOC Owner