Beach at night

I like the beach at night. It's too hot during the day. At night, even if someone is 25 meters away, I still have privacy. And except for the weekends, usually the only people I can see are the ones that walk by along the surf.

Privacy. Today I was getting a little desirous of airconditioning, solitude, kenny, my plants, and Bach. Don't get much of any of those lately.

I was feeling a little lonely as I wrote, and I got interrupted by a friend, recently made from the hostel. A text. She was on vacation here and I met her through another friend who lives here, who I also met at the hostel. Anyway, she is Canadian, and we just spent maybe 45 minutes texting, maybe a quarter of it in French. Now I feel good.

It is really amazing how when you pay attention to someone else in an honest way, and activate your brain to communicate with them in a real way, it takes you out of your preoccupation with your self. If you're feeling down, find out what's going on with someone else. I learned that in AA. It's so simple, and it works. Alcoholics Anonymous really is one of the true blessings of this century. An awful lot of the common sense that I pass on in this blog comes from a bunch of drunks. I hope I am not doing them a disservice.

So, I made it through another weekend. I will sleep well tonight, I think, as the Beach is quiet, and the skies are clear. Another difficult day ends well, and my faith is refreshed. Faith really is what carries us. No matter what you have faith in, if you trust that there is something bigger than yourself that you can reach anytime, you are on the right path. In my humble opinion. It works for me. I don't need the baptists, though they seem to need me to preach to.

I love you, blogland. We are all in this together. Be nice to each other, and don't worry about what the baptists think of you.   :)