Dogs and the Pacific

 Hola todos!

One of the volunteer at the bonfire evening on the beach asked me how I feel leaving the place where I am. Then I didn't know but now I know.

I feel extremely grateful for the life to have guided me here, I feel nourished enough, inspired to keep creating and following my hearts path, I feel excited to move on and happy to have been a help for my favourite teachers, dogs.

Like every year I often look out for animal shelters. Being mostly vegan I often feel like personally it is not enough to contribute towards saving the animals so I look out for shelters that need helpers.

And Mexico was not an exception. 

I spent only one month here but it was enough to get that unconditional love that animals give so freely. This time the shelter wasn't huge like I am normally used to, only 15-20 dogs at the time, we often called this place with other volunteers 'a street dog hotel' because here we pamper them a lot. We prepare them for their adoption and forever homes. We bathed and laughed, cleaned their ears, walked and played on the beach, we hugged, we trained and were just loving friends for the ones that survived the street.

It is always so unbelievable and so beautiful to me how the abused animal forgives. It is also so refreshing to see unfiltered being. When dog is afraid or don't trust you, they cannot hide it in their body language. It is so cute!

My days have been filled with dog love and lots of poo too, but my heart was strengthened by the beauty of the powerful ocean right next door to our house.

I watched so many sunsets and pelicans keep gliding by the waves, I watched the waves keep crashing with so much power and resistment, I surfed the perfect waves and learnt so much in balancing my board, feeling the way of each wave, I learnt how to read them and be at the right spot before they break so I get to experience that wonderful green wave carying you and the white water splashes just just behind you, trying to catch you and your board. I bathed my body over and over so the salt takes away what it is not needed anymore. I cried watching the ocean blend into the sky and felt an incredible guidance from it, felt so much inspiration for it's vastness and space.

Like everywhere I go I had a chance to build my little life around, to connect with right people, to cook, to help, to enjoy.

But now my visa is running out of time. So it is time to pack my tiny backpack and have a last blast of Mexico.

I am feeling so grateful that I am here, safe and sound and being able to enjoy simple things in life while the war is going and killing so many innocent people. Even if I am in this safe beautiful bubble, my heart is weeping with the ones experiencing pain, death, fear and sorrow. I wish for peace everywhere.

With gratitude,

Ligita