I dream of a place where mountains make clouds and as odd as it seems the ocean makes land. The plants grow ginormous with little work of a man, while the extremes of the weather keep you humble and tan.
The alarm clock each morn is a soft sun filled hand brushing your cheek with a whisper of sand. Monkeys scream songs very few comprehend, while horses dance freely as their spirit intends.
The locals are fairytale wondrous souls greeting strangers with smiles that melt hearts once turned cold. Time slows to a trickle of a joyous beat and worry is unheard of in this land of retreat.
Dogs meditate unleashed by obedient rules and the children are cherished to be childish fools.
Laughter is the measure of how your day went, while friendships are earned by the smiles you lent.
Your worth is not made by the amount that you own, but instead by the holas you earn pedaling along. Your senses are challenged by mystical abnorms.
Like the sound of the sunshine amidst rainbows that smell, while musicians play music with notes you can see. Laughter tastes so good in this town by the sea.
This is my Heaven, peace in my soul, my heart, my SAMARA, my fairytale home. ~ Juls ❤
Juls is the author of THE YEAR OF THE FROG:A Tattletale Fairytale available on Amazon, Kindle, iBooks, Scribd, Kobo, Ciando, Flipkart and more. PachaMama Prattle is coming soon. It’s a collection of letters, stories, poetry and activities for the big kid in all of us to co-create, meditate and color the world awake.