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

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-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 this 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. 

 

 

Rollo Del Tomebamba V

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-f2c61125a3f6Silence

The rushing waters of the Rio Tomebamba
in orchestration with the songs of unseen birds
overrides the bustling noises of the city.
I watch my body from above rambling down the
cobbled stone path oblivious to my absence.
I am a part of this beautiful web of silence.
The space where even thought does not enter.
Brought back into existence only by the
youthful screams of children playing on bicycles.
No silence on earth could mask such joy.

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