I need a sign

I woke up this morning in a hotel room in the middle of downtown Quito.  It is slightly chillier than I care for. And I am up way early to head back to the airport for a flight to Loja.

For me, this trip is about surrender and trusting my INtuition.  Knowing I am here for a purrpose that is still yet to be revealed to me.  So I asked the Universe for a sign.  Show me irrefutable proof that I am supposed to be here today.   Hahaha.  Careful what you ask for.  

At Quito national airport (domestic flights), I check in, go through security and wait in the departure lounge when my name is called.  Please report to the ticket counter for baggage inspection with police.  Which means I have to go through the screening and back to the ticket counter.  Except as I try to go against the current through a side door for exits, I am pushed back by a security guard.  El Presidente!! El Presidente!!! And there he is, Rafael Correo, President of Ecuador - surrounded by security, shaking hands of people waiting on the side, and then he comes right by me - stops and kisses my cheek.   Did this just haHAhappen?  

I go to the ticket counter, meet police, we go through my luggage until they are satisfied and then through security again.  As I walk into the departure lounge, there he is again, El Presidente.  This time I get swept up with the wave and I am once again in front of him.  He asks me where I am from.  He asks me what I think of his country.  He takes a picture with me.

I get it GPS - thank you for the clear and OMazing sign.  I am here to figure it out by surrendering and allowing it to haHAhappen.  So be it.

And this is just the beginning of my day - woohoo!!!

Mosquito Message

Ouch!!!

The burning and itching sensation

as the site where she sat and

sucked my blood starts to get

red hot and irritated.

I used to kill mosquitoes -

quite violently too.

Smacking them right out of existence -

not even wondering what gift they had for me -

since they chose to interact with me.

I didn't know that all blood biting mosquitos

are female - MAMAS in fact -

needing our blood to produce eggs.

Instead of my childhood reaction of

anger and hatred to the MOSQUITO,

I take a deep breath

and open to grace.

Sitting here outside with her buzzing around

I let go

I surrender.

No more resistance.

I speak to Madame Mosquito -

I tell her if she is to bite me

she might as well jump onto my arm

so I can get a closer look at her.

A more intimate connection with me.

The gift of the Mosquito

- her tenacity and strength -

always adapting to her environment

Never letting thing gets in the way of her progress

Changing the way I look at things -

seeing it from Mama Mosquito's eyes -

a new perspective

I am such a giant in her world -

so much blood and nutrients

beyond her wildest imagination.

I embrace this situation

and all the gifts of Mama Mosquito

I am blessed that she chose me

to learn these lessons