Finding my rhythm here

Well, it seems I´m settling in to something vaguely resembling a routine . . . though definitely stronger on the vaguely than on the routine part.  The routine part is covered by work: I waitress 5-6 nights a week, so the rest of my life is planned around needing to be at Fé for about 5:30.  It´s certainly not a long term career ambition, but I am enjoying it for now.  My days unfold a little differently each day, depending on how I feel and what inspires me.

I´m starting to make some friends, casually at least, and discovering where I like to hang out when I´m not working.  One of my favourite spots is down at the swim rocks, looking out at the water and the volcanoes.  I don´t swim every day, but despite the dire warnings about the lake here . . . it seems safe enough to swim in here in the San Marcos inlet and it always feels wonderful when I do.  A little sudsy when the locals do their laundry, but no adverse reactions my body . . . and given how sensitive I am, I figure that´s the best barometer I can go with. 

I also seem to be gathering critical mass interest for my dance and hoop classes, and am hoping to start teaching next week.  I have my first hoop assembled, and while I´m not super thrilled with the piping I´ve been able to find here, it definitely works and it looks good.  Once I figure out the logistics of music, location and get enough hoops made I should be good to go with my various classes.  I´m also hoping to start volunteering with the schools, teaching the kids to make and use hoops.  Not sure yet how/when that will unfold, but it´s getting closer on the radar.  

Now I´m off to the last day of my Plant Medicine course.  Whenever I do return home, it will certainly be with a new basket full of knowledge, skills, tools and experiences.  And no question, with a significantly different perspective on the world and how I live in it.