Dear Paulo
I trust you and your family are well. Currently I am sitting in the hostel in Monserrat looking out over the church having just heard the choir sing. We are travelling on your quest for the sword we knew before we left that the financial prize had been won but I have to tell you this expedition has already ment more to me than 100.000 USD
I feel blessed to be travelling these amazing sites, meeting these brilliant people, learning these amazing facts, and learning to love and listen to myself on a journey that I needed to be on right now.
I have kept a blog of our entries which you may be interested in looking
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Truthfully I just wanted to thank you personally and hopefully one day I will. You have given me the courage and strength to review my own personal situation and realise the most important things in life. I have worked in Real Estate for 7 years I made and lost a considerable ammount of money at 27 working in Istanbul and from the outside living the dream. The reality was very different and this trip has really made me change the course of the rest of my life.
I wanted to share with you a poem I wrote here that I think is very apt to the situation and journey I am on this very second.
If I made a commandment it would be be free,
To think and laugh for as far as your eyes can see,
To remember your health and forget all else.
Bad memories make the good ones great.
To forget your human and just escape.
To make the winter mean the summer is near,
And the storms to bring the clear.
To be thankful of life to up at the stars,
But while on earth to pretend on mars.
To know not everything you face can change,
But be changed when face,
Your biggest fears which bring you to tears,
To become the reason you out do your piers.
To know the zen you find on a mountain is the zen you take,
And to teach is to make a mind skate,
To remember if your looking down on someone your helping them up,
And giving them your tender touch.
To know unfinished can also be complete,
To walk tall and not look at your feet.
To live for the moment and forget the past,
To know you ll have the last laugh,
Not to share my riches but to show their own,
And know you have the key to create the unknown.
To fulfil life’s prophecies in your own special way,
At the beginning of night or the end of the day,
To be free as a butterfly preparing for flight,
Leaving the world and all out of sight.
To take off and fly wherever you go,
To be free as a bird looking down below,
Freedom gives you the space to move whether full or empty with nothing to loose
Swimming in an ocean of discontent is like drowning with your consent,
Dive into the pool and swim to the end and get out and start again ………………
Your stories will live on long after you are gone. That is a blessing few men will ever be given.
With all my Love,
Camilla
