Spending Faith

In many ways I've been sliding into this for a long time.

Sarah laughs at me, charging I have too much need to remain connected because of all those years when I was the center of a universe. Everyone wanted me then so I was always on the phone, responding to text and email ... even when I wasn't working.

Once in St. Martin my friend Conner saw this, shook his head as he strolled over, ripped the phone from my hand and stuck it in the freezer then handed me a beer and led me to the beach.

These days I'm no longer needed as much and have spent years now exploring the Monk within me.

Old habits die hard though and Sarah's right that I'm quick to check on things when there's nothing to check on anymore.

Sitting in San Salvador, Bahamas I really have to give it my all to get the connections to work at all.

The Internet is virtually non-existent and when the stars are aligned, I can only "connect" for a few minutes which makes it pretty damn frustrating so ... I give up.

I still have the love of standing on this deserted beach, watching the magic of crystal clear water dance in the sun, feel the ocean breeze kiss my body and dig my toes deeper in the sand.

There's no better way to spend a day.

Add a cool drink, an I-pod of good music and a best friend of a wife with a really hot body and ... well ... that's Paradise.

It's such a shame I ate of the tree of knowledge all those years ago.

The truth is I love the life I'm living right now but figuring out the continued financing is quite challenging which makes me ... antsy.

I'm not the only one in this boat as I know many who've reached a place they love only to fret how to maintain it.

Worse are others who know what they love but don't believe they're capable of sustaining it so they don't try ... working and waiting until the right time which never seems to arrive.

I'll tell you something though.

The only bread you can buy on San Salvador is baked by a lady who sells it from her home and at the local Grocery Store.

It's fresh daily and we have to slice it ourselves.

No additional nutrients or bleaches are added.

It's just freshly baked bread.

While Sarah and her girls are sleeping ... I'm having communion.

Choirs of birds sing. Palm Trees with coconuts dance in the breeze. The blue and teal ocean beacons me for baptism. Orange and black crabs dart around like anxious Alter Boys. I taste the Holy Host and pray that I'm not too antsy to enjoy the gift of today ... in this place ... with those I love ... because that's really all I've got anyway.

Financing's always a bitch anyway, regardless of what bankers say.

What it boils down to is how I ... and you ... spend our faith.