Adapting isn’t always easy, we get set in our ways.
We are comfortable in the predictable, the known, the routine.
But it is possible, especially in this place, to adapt

This life and this place are different then what I’ve grown accustomed to.
I wake up at 5am when the sun beams down on me,
and as it rises I slowly fall back asleep.
I eat when hungry.
I take pictures.
I watch the sunset, and in some cases light turn to dark.
I get high, and I smile.
Comfortable with accomplishing so little yet so much more then usual.

Adapting to my normal life is difficult.
The typical, the expected, the superficial.
The pace of my friends and family, they are miles ahead and apart.
It is difficult not being able to keep up, feeling I should.
The overwhelming responsibilities.
The reminders of my limitations.
Going days without picking up my camera or a paint brush.
Searching for order in the chaos, for purpose in my existence,
and for light in the dark.
I love my life, but it is clear that it has surpassed me.

As I sit here, wind in my hair, listening to the waves
and surrounded by greenery; I know this is not my home, but
I feel grounded and part of the elements.
I have found my pace and I hope I can carry it home with me.