Days pass slowly here. Time feels different, not linear anymore. My companions are the sound of the waves, the sound of the wind blowing through the trees, the sound of my breath. I practice everyday some kind of Yoga; maybe not so much asana/postures, as before, but just being in union with what is. The shadow, the darkness, the knowledge of the Life-Death-Life cycle is everywhere. Nothing to do but confront it every second. When I feel angry or frustrated, I must just feel it. If there is a solution to the problem, I take it. If there isn’t, or it isn’t under my control, what else can I do? Just sit in anger/frustration/sadness until I transmute it to something else. Island life teaches many lessons. Things don’t disappear. They wait there patiently until you face them. There is no way through, but through…. Deep, deep into the caves of our souls. I feel I am growing old in my heart, and it isn’t a bad thing; nothing is bad or good anymore, it just is. My body feels young, like never before, but my soul has the hunger that old souls have; a longing to Be, a longing to come back Home.