Hurrying thru paradise
once again i,m in a hurry and today i have been assigned a computer that has a completely spanish keyboard. i can{t find the shift for capitals. lo siento.
chris and i spent the morning at the la paz waterfalls and butterfly gardens. truly, truly beautiful. the butterflies were every color of the rainbow, neon green, iridescent blue, black with red spots, and some that had orange on the end of their wings. when they would flutter, it looked like the tips of their wings were going in circles. little helicopter butterflies.
in the hummingbird garden, you could sit down and hold out a little plastic flower that was a feeder, and the hummingbirds would come and feed from your flower, their wings moving so fast and close, it made a tiny breeze across the surface of your hand. they too were neon colors, bright blue and green shimmering in the misty sunlight. tiny little birds darted back and forth across the garden, singlely or in little clouds of wings and color.
down the trail and through a thick jungle canopy, the waterfalls were sending up a roaring spray of mist and water. i,m sure the world didn{t look much different in this spot 400 years ago.
Ferns grew from the rock walls on either side of the river, and for hundreds of yards downstream, they were waving back and forth as if they were in a blowing wind. it was totally still up on river bank. it was the power of the water pouring over the falls that disturbed the air.
What beauty there is in this world, and how wonderful to get a chance to see it so closely, with no barriers, no legalese signs of warning, no sanitized, risk free, totally fake disney like nature.
Chris is going to have a hard time getting me on that plane.
chris and i spent the morning at the la paz waterfalls and butterfly gardens. truly, truly beautiful. the butterflies were every color of the rainbow, neon green, iridescent blue, black with red spots, and some that had orange on the end of their wings. when they would flutter, it looked like the tips of their wings were going in circles. little helicopter butterflies.
in the hummingbird garden, you could sit down and hold out a little plastic flower that was a feeder, and the hummingbirds would come and feed from your flower, their wings moving so fast and close, it made a tiny breeze across the surface of your hand. they too were neon colors, bright blue and green shimmering in the misty sunlight. tiny little birds darted back and forth across the garden, singlely or in little clouds of wings and color.
down the trail and through a thick jungle canopy, the waterfalls were sending up a roaring spray of mist and water. i,m sure the world didn{t look much different in this spot 400 years ago.
Ferns grew from the rock walls on either side of the river, and for hundreds of yards downstream, they were waving back and forth as if they were in a blowing wind. it was totally still up on river bank. it was the power of the water pouring over the falls that disturbed the air.
What beauty there is in this world, and how wonderful to get a chance to see it so closely, with no barriers, no legalese signs of warning, no sanitized, risk free, totally fake disney like nature.
Chris is going to have a hard time getting me on that plane.
posted by Karen | 5:16 PM
2 Comments:
What a beautiful planet we live on, this little spec of dust in the universe. I count myself very lucky to be an earthling!
P.S. Get on the plane....don't make me come down there.
Denna
OK...Chris shows up and we don't get anymore stories!? What's the deal. Hope you are both having a great time! Love ya, Denna
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