The World is a Beautiful Place


TulumTower2014I feel like an asshole enjoying this sunset
.

I came to Tulum for Dia de Los Muertos to celebrate my friend and ended up mourning the unexpected death of another.

So, each time I woke to the brilliant sunrise to do yoga-each time I swam in the warm clear waters-each time I enjoyed a margarita-I felt guilty.

How can I enjoy this gorgeous place, this gifted life when my friends are gone?

Then I remembered a poem my amazing friend Rachel posted when she lost her dear friend. And, it reminded me of both of my friend’s passion for life.

My friend Randy who inspired me at a young age when he ran sub 3:30 marathons in junior high school.The man who defended his country and saw tough things yet could always crack a joke. The man who showed up at my dad’s house in full Lederhosen one Christmas (my step-mother Susan still laughs about it to this day). The man who married my best friend and created 2 beautiful children.Randy

Also, my stunning friend Mariann.The Goddess who used to swim and dive and party on the same beaches of Tulum where I write this now.

I realize it is a disservice to not appreciate the beauty that I’m in.

I realize they both have inspired me to take chances, to cross borders, to trust myself.  And, their influence has gotten me to this powerful place where I can cry during my sunrise yoga class and laugh under the full moon.

They have both made my world a beautiful place.

The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don’t mind happiness
not always being
so very much fun
if you don’t mind a touch of hell
now and then
just when everything is fine
because even in heaven
they don’t sing
all the time

The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don’t mind some people dying
all the time
or maybe only starving
some of the time
which isn’t half bad
if it isn’t you

Oh the world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don’t much mind
a few dead minds
in the higher places
or a bomb or two
now and then
in your upturned faces
or such other improprieties
as our Name Brand society
is prey to
with its men of distinction
and its men of extinction
and its priests
and other patrolmen

and its various segregations
and congressional investigations
and other constipations
that our fool flesh
is heir to

Yes the world is the best place of all
for a lot of such things as
making the fun scene
and making the love scene
and making the sad scene
and singing low songs and having inspirations
and walking around
looking at everything
and smelling flowers
and goosing statues
and even thinking
and kissing people and
making babies and wearing pants
and waving hats and
dancing
and going swimming in rivers
on picnics
in the middle of the summer
and just generally
‘living it up’
Yes
but then right in the middle of it
comes the smiling
mortician

Lawrence Ferlinghetti

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