I slept very poorly. It was really hot last night. If you open the windows you get mosquitoes—no screens. I’d rather be hot.

A quiet day for a change, and I needed it to catch up on things. But I was doing a Skype counseling session and right in the middle of it the internet went out, and it hasn’t really been back on reliably since, which is frustrating because I have so many things now backed up that I have to send out, and I am waiting for some information from others, like from Birmingham, where I’m heading next and from Tikun.

Holly had left and said some awfully nice things about the training and about me, which warmed my heart, but the rest of the women were going to Benidorm to meet Sheela to shop and go to the beach. I decided not to go.

So I did a bunch of work, and then with the internet still not working and the clouds on the horizon beginning to come in I decided to go to the Albir beach. The water was a bit rougher than the other days but I did manage to get my half-hour swim in, and I read, and ended up with a tiny sunburn.

It always interests me here how the women here feel so free to be topless or not, no matter how they look, and in the United States except in a few rare spots it is totally taboo. The difference? Thought! Collective thought, taken as reality. Taboo or accepted; simply different realities. And people in the U.S. are so serious about it; they get deeply offended. All by their own thinking. I know which way I’d rather have it. I’m all for freedom.

The clouds came in and I went back to eat, and the internet still wouldn’t work. So I took my voice recorder and walked up to the lighthouse, then down that path to the sea and sat there recording reflections on the last training/retreat I did, a training I may have to do more of, because it was so deep and worked so well.

It was very peaceful down by the sea again, despite the rougher sea and the clouds. I was reminded about something I forgot to say in the training when I saw Anne Gretta down there the other day. She was in a state of quietude simply marveling at all the tiny little things around her, while up above people were scurrying along the path to get to the lighthouse and back, missing all the beauty below. It’s an example of what people know (getting to the lighthouse), and missing what they could Know (all the beauty of sitting quietly, taking in all the tiny little wonders around us). So much gets missed because of what we know.

I went back and met Rose, Marian and Gillian for dinner. The internet still wasn’t working. I got another nice, relaxing Reiki session from Rose before I went to bed.