Our script of life is already written, and we only see it in hindsight, how funny were our human struggles in trying to find that meaning, control that fate, that was formed by each encounter, sometimes absurd and random, and then leading to big and profound.
All we need is be open to the mystery and it manifests where it has always been, in each moment and place.
Some years ago medicine connected us in one place with Señor KCZ, and now his house is standing in a very different place, our jungle camp in the Amazon.
Many years ago in high school I had rebel friend who never fit in, and I resonated with his defiant vibe. Next week, construction of his house in the same jungle hideout begins.
The tribe is growing, and it was meant to be.