Rollo Del Tomebamba XII

One of the activities I engage in everyday when possible is a walk along the Tomebamba River near my home in Cuenca, Ecuador. During this walking meditation my mind wonders along with that of the river. I love the sound of water. When the river is high, it blocks out the sounds of the city and my mind transcends to other worlds while my feet remain firmly in contact with the cobblestoned path. This path for a little while becomes a Yellow Brick Road into my own thoughts and life.

d6ad4d51-30a4-4ae6-a93a-f2c61125a3f6Parque Paradiso – A Photographic Journey

Just by turning right when exiting the front door of my new flat rather than my usual left, I found a whole new world along the Rio Tomebamba. A bit beyond the part of Cuenca where the Iron workers lived and established their guild is Parque Paradiso, a beautiful span of green and waters.

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Iglesia de El Vergel is the first landmark I see strolling the walkway.

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Symbol of the Iron Workers’ Guild.

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The cobble stoned walkway of my previous river walks gives way to a dirt path leading to the park.

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Through the cooling groves and soothing smell of eucalyptus trees. 

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I remind myself to breathe deeply through here and enjoy the clean scented air.

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There is an above ground walkway to protect the habitat of the various frog species leading to the picnic and open areas.

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And there is a lake.

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Or continue along the path to the meeting of rivers. The Rio Yanuncay on the right feeds into and becomes part of The Rio Tomebamba. A beautiful paradise for all to share.

Random thoughts and experiences while I walk and live to The Roll of the Tomebamba.

Rollo Del Tomebamba XI

One of the activities I engage in everyday when possible is a walk along the Tomebamba River near my home in Cuenca, Ecuador. During this walking meditation my mind wonders along with that of the river. I love the sound of water. When the river is high, it blocks out the sounds of the city and my mind transcends to other worlds while my feet remain firmly in contact with the cobblestoned path. This path for a little while becomes a Yellow Brick Road into my own thoughts and life.

d6ad4d51-30a4-4ae6-a93a-f2c61125a3f6Fitting In

I never have and most likely never will. I am much a loner and follow no man or god other than myself. But I tried. O’boy did I try. I tried in high school. It was my high potential inner city ghetto youth phase. In college it was my Black student revolutionary phase. I tried with the corporate world. My white shirt and tie, Mr IBM phase. I tried to be a part of the institution of marriage. My get married, buy a home I can’t afford, have a baby to please the wife, and get divorced. What I refer to as my socialization into “normal” society phase. 

What I learned from trying to fit in is that I don’t, but it took me a long time to let go of trying and accept my freedom and choice to not have to fit in. Not with any group. Not with any state. Not with any nation. 

The only group I consider myself a part of is the human race. I am a human life form living on a planet third from the sun. I still don’t fit in, even here, but everywhere, I am learning becomes my home, at least for a while. Maybe I am an alien! Wow! That would explain a lot of things…

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Laundry day on the river.

Random thoughts while I walk and live to The Roll of the Tomebamba.

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Rollo Del Tomebamba X

One of the activities I engage in everyday when possible is a walk along the Tomebamba River near my home in Cuenca, Ecuador. During this walking meditation my mind wonders along with that of the river. I love the sound of water. When the river is high, it blocks out the sounds of the city and my mind transcends to other worlds while my feet remain firmly in contact with the cobblestoned path. This path for a little while becomes a Yellow Brick Road into my own thoughts and life.

d6ad4d51-30a4-4ae6-a93a-f2c61125a3f6A Transitional Man

This morning I turned right outside my front door instead of left. The left or west part of the river has been my main walking path for the last two years. It helped me to heal and regain my strength following a heart attack and has always provided a sense of comfort when I needed it most.

I realize that like the river I am always in transition. My life is always moving along. It never seems to stay put for more than a short span of time, a few seconds to the universe. Only in meditation does my life remain almost completely still. I recently turned seventy-one and know that life’s greatest transition is approaching. I face it with the experience and knowledge of a life well lived.

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Another equally important transition also took place this month. I moved from Cuenca Suites to a one bedroom, one and a half bathroom flat. Think With Heart. I must have known I would be moving last November because I started buying small pieces of furniture. In my mind I decided I would be out of the hotel by April 30th. There was a good deal of resistance placed before me, a test from the universe, but I am here. The transition has taken place. I feel less burdened with responsibility along with a greater freedom in my life.

A smaller move physically than my last two, but equally as important to my personal growth. I have reclaimed my own time. What a gift to give to one’s self. No matter what the cost.

My welcoming…

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Random thoughts while I walk and live to The Roll of the Tomebamba.

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Rollo Del Tomebamba IX

One of the activities I engage in everyday when possible is a walk along the Tomebamba River near my home in Cuenca, Ecuador. During this walking meditation my mind wonders along with that of the river. I love the sound of water. When the river is high, it blocks out the sounds of the city and my mind transcends to other worlds while my feet remain firmly in contact with the cobblestoned path. This path for a little while becomes a Yellow Brick Road into my own thoughts and life.

d6ad4d51-30a4-4ae6-a93a-f2c61125a3f6A Dialogue With Anger

Me: Whew! That one caught me totally off guard.

Anger: What make you have to be on guard for me?

Me: You are always a disruption to my status quo.

Anger: A disruption. A disruption you say? I am a part of you, an equal part of your emotional being as happiness or love. You just suppress me and let them run freely.

Me: I do not suppress you. The tension of opposites exists and, I am always surprised when you take the lead.

Anger: Surprised?

Me: Yes, because I create my happiness as much as possible, and love happens when it does. But you Anger. You are triggered.

Anger: Ummmm….

Me: And you multiply that trigger to include each and every time you appeared in my life so that what is in front of me is not the issue. It never is when you appear. My anger begets the anger of another and you entwine us in your frustration, disappointment, failure to be enough, hopelessness and sorrow.

Anger: So you think you know me now. That would be a mistake.

Me: No Anger. I do not know you. I do know that you are triggered and that is your Achilles heel. Just as with my epilepsy I learn each day what situations, odors, lights might initiate a seizure, as I live my life I learn each day what triggers might awaken you. It has taken much of my life, unfortunately.

Anger: You must know all that anger management bullshit is just emotional redirection.

Me: Yes I do. You want acknowledgement as an equal in my emotional warehouse.

Anger: Now you’re talking…

Me: Okay. You got it. See you around Anger.

Anger: Wait a minute. Your are not getting rid of me that easily. I will be back you know. Next time with more fire and brimstone.

Me: I know, but with one fewer triggers.

 

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Cuenca Street Art

Random thoughts while I walk to The Roll of the Tomebamba. 

Rollo Del Tomebamba VIII

One of the activities I engage in everyday when possible is a walk along the Tomebamba River near my home in Cuenca, Ecuador. During this walking meditation my mind wonders along with that of the river. I love the sound of water. When the river is high, it blocks out the sounds of the city and my mind transcends to other worlds while my feet remain firmly in contact with the cobblestoned path. This path for a little while becomes a Yellow Brick Road into my own thoughts and life.

d6ad4d51-30a4-4ae6-a93a-f2c61125a3f6Balance

Our lives, our countries, our earth is out of balance. The ego centered, some elected, some appointed, and some self proclaimed leaders of this globe are out of balance with the needs of this planet’s inhabitants and the needs of life on this planet itself.

Each day I strive to maintain balance in my life as I feel the pendulum swing more and more toward imbalance in the world. Maintaining balance in one’s life is not easy as each day presents its own challenges. It is necessary, I suppose, that the pendulum of time swings. What would happen if it stopped? 

I do not believe history has to continue along its same path just because it is such a familiar one. History only tells us how things have changed and by what means, but how does one change the repetition of history?

How many revolutions, civil uprisings, wars, and genocides are necessary before these leaders see the plight of their own ego centric dreams. This planet is not available for domination by any existing inhabitant other than perhaps viruses or insects. We have proven this through how many wars for whatever the cause of the era and continuing wars today in the Middle East and Afghanistan?

When will we wake up to the realization that we are all human and all life on this earth is precious? We humans are the caretakers of this sphere and our planet and life as we know it is swirling out of balance…

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Random thoughts while I walk to The Roll of the Tomebamba.

Rollo Del Tomebamba VII

One of the activities I engage in everyday when possible is a walk along the Tomebamba River near my home in Cuenca, Ecuador. During this walking meditation my mind wonders along with that of the river. I love the sound of water. When the river is high, it blocks out the sounds of the city and my mind transcends to other worlds while my feet remain firmly in contact with the cobblestoned path. This path for a little while becomes a Yellow Brick Road into my own thoughts and life.

d6ad4d51-30a4-4ae6-a93a-f2c61125a3f6Street Art Along The Rio Tomebamba

Cuenca has many wonderful street artists. Their art is bold, colorful, usually bright, and always full of Life. Many business on the Rio Tomebamba hire street artists to paint murals on their buildings. Most of the artists use brushes and some create their wonders using cans of spray paint. I love to see new works adorning the walls and buildings along the river, and I feel a degree of sadness when I see their artwork defaced by those who simply believe their purpose is to deface the creativity of others. 

I think there should be an unwritten agreement among all creative individuals to respect and not deface or demean the creativity of another. We can all be each other’s supporters and not critics and destroyers.

 

Random thoughts while I walk to The Roll of the Tomebamba.

Rollo Del Tomebamba VI

QOne of the activities I engage in everyday when possible is a walk along the Tomebamba River near my home in Cuenca, Ecuador. During this walking meditation my mind wonders along with that of the river. I love the sound of water. When the river is high, it blocks out the sounds of the city and my mind transcends to other worlds while my feet remain firmly in contact with the cobblestoned path. This path for a little while becomes a Yellow Brick Road into my own thoughts and life.

d6ad4d51-30a4-4ae6-a93a-f2c61125a3f6Think With Heart ♥️ 

I am a blend of my experiences, the choices I make, and the chance which happens upon me. A friend’s father recently brought an investment property here in Cuenca so on my river walk the other day I decided to stop by an take a look. During the visit I felt a surge of energy from my heart.

“Come here,” she said.

I know that voice. She has led me on many journeys around the world and accompanies me through this existence. I looked at the building. Nothing impressive I thought until as if magic were afloat the traffic stopped and I heard the sound of the river behind me. I have no need to move. I know this property is beyond my housing budget. I pondered for a few moments …

“Think with heart,” she said.

It is doable. This was all decided before I even saw the inside a few days later. Like the building itself nothing impressive with the layout or fixtures, but the view of the park and the Rio Tomebamba across the street… the heart wants what the heart wants.

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Random thoughts while I walk to The Roll of the Tomebamba.