I have been practicing rest since I got here. No agenda. I’ve been checking my phone, and wonder if it’s possible that I haven’t gotten an email since 9am. It’s 4pm now.

I want to follow my instincts. Find out if they are crazy instincts or if they lead me somewhere. Sitting on my bungalow deck, I thought to put my book halfway open, into the water below. One half of the open book. One whole page side, on the right side. (I’m reading The Four Agreements)

I didn’t do it, but I walked to the ladder intending to. I saw 2 little crabs, so I took a video with my phone. Later, I saw on the edge of the deck. I saw a butterfly halfway in the water. I thought it was dead. Half, like the wet book. One wing poking up from the water like a sailboat. Some kids that live next door, locals, in a boat carved from wood, came over by me, “Hola” I said, and they said. They continued on, scooping water our of the boat bottom with a half part of plastic container. The butterfly still in the water, floated by. Then it jumped up! Dry! and landed on the ladder near me.