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my toes reveling in the smooth sand, i walk for miles along a beautiful, remote beach on my way through corcovado national park.
tide high, a narrow strip of sand is my lifeline between two majestic walls, one of wild forest and the other of raging oceans.
like perfect pieces of sculpture, the rocks come out of the sea.
they look up to the skies, to the resembling clouds, in reverence to their ancestors.
some parts of the world remain full of raw life still. others are not this fortunate.
obama called the oil spill that just occurred on the gulf of mexico “a massive and potentially unprecedented environmental disaster”.
people and wildlife have already died and the extent of the damage is unknown.
let us place our efforts and prayers that we may replace the use of oil for a clean source entirely and that we may clean this abused planet and care for the life it still miraculously holds.
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finally made it to corcovado national park! this time, the colectivo (see post 43), actually made it up the muddy hills and river-crossings in the heart of the mountains up to carate, its final destination. from there, i teamed up with some locals who invited me to join their 10 hour voyage by foot into the heart of corcovado and in to sirena, one of the biological reserves of this magical place. along my travels, i got close and personal with monkeys, snakes, dantas (tapir), hawks, falcons, lapas (macaws) pavones (huge wild turkeys of all colors), pizotes (racoon-like cuties) and many other fascinating plants, fungi, insects and animals, including this beautiful libélula (dragonfly). iridescent in hue, this brave soul let me get just a few centimeters away, as he or she danced, coiling its back rhythmically up and down, attracting other dragonflies. here i was stuck in the middle of a sacred mating ritual under the ancient virgin canopies of corcovado, the waves of the pacific ocean rumbling nearby, in tune with the myriad of beings that create this haven.
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