SHE LOVED THE MAGICAL WILD NATURE OF LIFE AND IT LOVED HER RIGHT BACK

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Back in luxury.

I carefully apply sunscreen, the sky is blue. I did a few laps in this wonderful hotel pool and had a hearty breakfast, and I've had a long chat with my office, there's always a lot to discuss, oh how lucky I am with my team.

I pack my small, unnecessarily waterproof rain bag, which I'm sure I won't need because it's such a bright blue sky, but I only have the big rucksack otherwise, that would be overkill. This morning right after breakfast I planned a little earth ceremony, I often do this, including this morning. So I set off with my White Sage, a stick of incense, a few flowers and chocolate. The earth loves chocolate. Slowly and cheerfully, I make my way to the little enchanted trail behind my rainbow. Last year I saw that rainbow over the organic vegetable garden here, just after I arrived. I want to bury a metal turtle above the place where I had a sweet talk with Mother Earth two days ago and see what happens to the little round stone that is still in my bag. It's a steep climb. Should I have worn my hiking boots? The sandals are slippery. I walk on cautiously. I see a structure that looks just like the open coconut I photographed after my encounter with the puma on Matapalo beach in May 2022. I take a photo. My thought is on the encounter with a puma. Is this a sign? I think as I carefully consider every step. No, a puma is certainly not coming here. It would have to cross the country road, which is extremely unlikely. No one ever saw a puma here. I walk on, passing an old weathered wooden platform that can be reached via an equally weathered wooden staircase. I'm sure you have a wonderful view over the Golfo from there. But the steps are weathered and I decide not to step on any more old, rotten wood in this life.

I take a photo and decide to take the other path, the path of the new, into the unknown. I immediately spot the puma. He stands motionless a little further up the path and looks at me with his magical eyes. Full of inner peace and strength. Have you ever looked into the green eyes of a wild puma? I have. But back then I wasn't alone, an experienced nature guide was by my side and calmed me down. Today I am alone and it is the calmness of the cougar that is transferred to me. Of course this had to happen. It's all so clear. We look at each other for a long time. For many minutes. Neither of us moves. I calmly take photos. I slowly move closer. But there's a distance between us that you don't cross. At some point I want to end the endless moment. After all, it is a wild animal. I call out loudly. Several times. Then it retreats.

I do my ceremony. On the spot. Bury the metal turtle that has soil from Finca 6 in its hollow belly, soil that has lain next to the spheres for thousands of years. With a hair of mine, so you know it's me. Kathrin, the blonde Indian woman. I light White Sage and thank all the spirits that exist. They are all here. From all directions. I don't make any enhancements this time, no beautiful decorations and patterns with leaves and flowers as I usually do, but hide the grave site again with the old leaves and branches. It will be simple, very plain. An unadulterated, raw act of worship. Full of power.

I go back. It starts to rain. The rainforest in its primeval nature.
When I arrive at my villa, the sky is blue again.
AHO.