I have come to realize that spending time alone is my idea of perfection. Time doing what I want when I want to. Realizing I am comfortable without anyone talking, just listening to the sounds of nature that surround me. Reading, writing, studying, and accepting the simple life I have chosen as a very different alternative to my past life as a flight attendant, when I would be surrounded by over a thousand people a day when I worked domestic flights. Perfection to me is being alone and in harmony with myself.
Perfection is this photo of a simple home along a walk . A cat resting, a dog sleeping, and everything is so simple. The bamboo trees, the color of the house, the simple stables. The curtained window with the flower baskets hanging. Perfection.
Perfection is the beauty of the country with a river flowing, listening to the sounds of water rushing with my dogs next to my side. The rainforest sounds of birds and insects. Perfection.
Perfection is sharing part of my day with any of the horses or cows that greet me on my hikes. The life of a true minimalist. Perfection.
Perfection is quiet solitude when I study Spanish in the evening, or read a book that grips me immediately and I can’t put it down. While looking at the sunset, the mountains, and the home I have created here in Colombia. Perfection.
Perfection is seeing many flowers blooming at once. Something I never enjoyed in Florida. Exotic flowers, flowers that I would see for sale in the store but never live on a real plant. Perfection.
Perfection is a hummingbird sitting on a branch while I do Yoga looking out at the mountains and watching them flit right next to me. Perfection.
Perfection is a perfect sunset as a rainstorm approaches. Perfection.
Perfection is a butterfly on a branch as I walk by. Perfection.
Perfection is living my life as I see fit, not caring if others approve or disapprove, living my adventure one day at a time. In peace and happiness with my animals on my beautiful farm in the mountains of Colombia. Perfection.
I see that you are reconciling with yourself! that is great! I too lost someone dear to me (twice) – and now I have also lost my adopted Dad thru a stupid accident! At 83 he decides to clean the gutters! and off course fell! he never woke up! my mom is dealing with the lost of having been married to him for 55 years! (how he put up with my mom for this long is a total mystery to me! – she drives me nuts! LOL!) – but he was a great man! Now my mission is to help my mother deal with her loss (and ours) – so it is with great satisfaction that I see how you are handling the heavy loss of your dear daughter! in something that like my dad – shouldn’t have happened – but it did! So when God calls! we have no choice but to answer him! Thanks for all you do! I am so proud of you! Love ya!
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I am so sorry to hear about that tragic accident of your Dad. My goodness, life is short. Thank you Jean for your kind words about Misha. I do the best I can by living for her. xo
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This is your best writing yet! Perhaps I feel this way because i am in complete agreement with you. But it is also simple, concise, and gentle.
I think i know a book you might enjoy: Buddha’s Little Instruction Book ~ by Jack Kornfield
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Thanks Dean! I often come up with what I will write about while doing my Yoga and then meditating. I will look for that book.
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