This is the fourth #notetoself letter, sent on February 27, 2012.
So much of life can be enigmatic and perplexing. Undoubtedly, there will be times when you don’t know what to do, how to spend your time, where to invest your energies. For quite a while, that’s been the case with me and my life. That’s part of the reason I’m in Central America.
For the past two weeks, I’ve been living off the grid on a farm. On this 26 acre lot, there’s electricity in three locations and two of those are houses I don’t have access to. If you don’t have a flashlight at night, it sucks to be you, especially when you have to use the bathroom in an outdoor squat toilet. I sleep in a tent advertised as a two person tent, but is only big enough for me and my things. When I lay down, my head and feet are basically connected to it’s perimeter, and I may be 5′4″. May. Two people. Right.
Being an off-the-grid permaculture farm, we seek to maximize production and minimize waste. In my tiny tent is a bag of used tissues, baby wipes and other trash that will eventually be packed into used bottles, which will serve as bricks for some sort of construction. There’s no waste management on this island, so residents usually collect their trash into a pile and burn it. We seek to do something more effective and healthier for us and the environment.
Being in a place where I’m confronted with the idea of food security and trying to create a resource loop where there is no waste just another purpose, I’m heavily analyzing the existence I held in my relatively carefree city life before my time here and wondering what I can and will change. I started researching permaculture and found an opportunity to get certified and practice it for a few months in Haiti this summer, so that’ll be my next big adventure. It wasn’t planned.
Then again, very little of the trip has been. In fact, before I leave Nicaragua, I’ll be taking part of a ten-day meditation retreat. That wasn’t planned either. If I’d made inflexible plans, I’d be spending quite a bit more money at a farm in Costa Rica and unable to do this, which has been on my bucket list for about a year now.
Already, in my month of planless travel, I’ve had some pretty great experiences and acquaintances and come across information that’s changing my life. I knew this trip would do that and I’m so grateful for answering the call to adventure and for following the signs that are shaping my path.
This isn’t only happening to me. It’s happening to you, too.
Where are they taking you?