Day 5: Mayan Marriage Celebrations

It's probably safe to say that approximately 40-45% of those in attendance had some sort of romantic encounter of significance to celebrate during our week in Mayan paradise.  Some took the morning to do some shopping in the town of Tulum.  I stayed behind to bask in the timeless existence of just being where I was.  That's a lie: in actuality I simply didn't feel like thinking about how to spend pesos.  And quickly made peace with that.

Morning Yoga lead by our very own Walter

I don't know that I've ever experienced this sort of "lazy" before. 

Actually, that's a misnomer.  What I typically consider "lazy" with my American thinking is, in actuality, a sort of relaxed quality of life that I am utterly unaccustomed to.  It dawned on me as I was enjoying the company of those who stayed behind, that this was a totally new way of being for me. 

I sat.  I listened to music.  I skipped around.  I sat some more.  I conversed.  I twirled.  I plucked my eyebrows. I completely lounged and enjoyed my surroundings. 

I even enjoyed me.

I did not feel guilty for doing so.  I did not feel the compulsion to go "do" and "be responsible" in an effort "save time" to relax later.  I didn't have to have a plan to be more efficient.  I did not have to multi-task or be available to anyone's needs but my own.  It felt very foreign; yet also familiar... like it's the way things should be.  Perhaps the greater truth is that it's the way things could be if I'd get out of my own way. 

That evening a beautiful meal was prepared for us by Geydhi (I hope I spelled that correctly), Tom's right hand woman... to celebrate the anniversaries of some of my dearest friends.  And I thought it to be a unique personal metaphor... this Marriage Celebration... it's not only the partners we choose that make it a marriage... it's also our relationships we choose to have with ourselves. 

For that, too, is a sort of marriage.  You're sort of committed to yourself for life.

The love I observed being displayed around the feasting table, whether through jokes, hugs, or head-locks... I was proud to be part of such a colorful and wierd group of people.  Each with their own journey; their own story to be told; their own aches, pains and joys.

A collective group of beautifully crafted humans in every way.

And to that, I raised my glass.

Viva La Mexico.