Save the Bees, Save the Planet, Save Ourselves

dave bees
I started a blog to document my path to bees and beekeeping. I did not upload my first three posts, but the first was waiting for the bees to arrive, decked out in my borrowed bee suit on the side of the road, wondering what wild, impulsive decision got me to this place and time. Sort of how I feel moments before I enter an ayahuasca ceremony. I saw an advertisement for bee colonies on Facebook, and after speaking with my beekeeper neighbor for all of two minutes, I decided that I, too, would buy some hives and put them at Harmonia.. Why not? They were a good price and beekeeping is part of the course offerings, so I asked, Dave, my neighbor, if I could piggyback on his order. It was only then that I started to educate myself about the very basics of my latest impetuous hobby.

It was not until the next morning that it hit me. I have 30,000 plus bees in my care. There is no going back. I cannot tell Dave to take my hives and repay me in honey. I mean, I could, but that would be like taking skydiving lessons and then chickening out at the jump. I want bees, so I am going to have to suit up, risk a few stings, and embrace it. And I have and I love it.

In a short amount of time, I introduced myself to the basics of beekeeping, but only today did I understood the dirty truth: most commercial beekeepers take all of the honey from the bees and feed them sugar syrup during the winter/rainy season. I was so busy looking at the basics that I had yet to get into conscientious beekeeping. I know why the flow hive is not a great solution (though it works for cities), but I was astounded that the majority of beekeepers, including all large commercial operations, take ALL of the honey and leave sugar water for the honeybees to live on for 6 months of the year. An average colony of bees produces 25 pounds of honey during their foraging season. They need 8 to 12 pounds to get them through the winter, possibly a little extra in the summer months, too. Presently, one pound of honey sells for $7.75 in the US, although the wholesale price is $2.27 per pound due to cheap imports. Wholesale sugar prices are about $.22 per pound and $.38 per pound retail. Sustainable beekeeping is not economically viable in a commodities based economic system.

Another dirty secret is organic honey. In the US, organic sugar costs between $1-$2 per pound, the latter amount being the Fair Trade price. Organic sugar from Guatemala is 4 times the price of non-organic sugar, but we cannot buy organic sugar in Nicaragua. The Pellas family, who control the sugar farming in the country for their rum, uses glyphosate on the sugar cane, lobbied the government to prevent the import of organic sugar from Guatemala. No way to fight a billionaire. The sugar-water ratio to feed bees is 2 to 1. Feeding bees organic sugar in the US, Europe or Canada would cost as much per pound as the wholesale price of raw honey. Even if farmers have organic crops, if they feed their honeybees white sugar syrup, there will be trace amounts of glyphosate in the honey. This is why the USDA has no standards for organic honey. If you see USDA Organic on a jar of honey, the certification agency (not the USDA) has based their certification on the USDA rules for Organic Livestock. EU organic standards demand the surrounding area is certified organic and the inside of the hives must not contain any synthetic chemicals that are prohibited by the EU.

Everything will test positive for glyphosate because of the sugar. There is no such thing as real organic honey on the market.

azucar dulce
azucar dulce

Last week, I fed my bees a mixture of water and azucar dulce (hardened sugar that tastes like molasses) and a touch of local honey. I didn’t have the right ratio: they ate about half the bag. Dave used azucar dulce with the correct water to sugar ratio and his bees seemed to love it. I made up the proper mixture this morning, so hopefully my bees will enjoy it. As soon as I got home, I looked up something on a search engine and read that a.) bees should not eat honey from different hives due to risk of disease and cross-contamination, and b.). brown sugar and molasses sugar can cause dysentery in bees. I immediately ran to Dave’s house, but he was well aware of the information. The azucar dulce is a two-week test to see if they like it. It is a healthier sugar than white, though much harder to mix. We saw no evidence of dysentery in any hive.

Our three beehives! It's a start!
Our three beehives! It’s a start!

My three colonies looked healthy. I saw a few with orange pollen, so the perhaps they got their food from the nancite blossoms and the flora amarilla, the tiny yellow flowers that cover our fields. They are just beginning to bloom.
Dave lost one of his new colonies. They swarmed and only a few remained. $70 down the drain. He lost another colony the week before, as the hive was too full and he did not split it in time. He took two frames from a large colony and put them in an empty hive. Hopefully there is an emerging queen to lead. Another colony was destroyed by wax moths. We saw them in the hive last week. There were also Congo bees in that hive, so the poor honeybees didn’t stand a chance against the predators. Commercial beekeeping is a lot of work. I could not appreciate it until I suited up and inspected the hives. I am already looking forward to next week when we feed them again. We have lots of rain and not many blooming trees right now, so they need food. They were traumatized by the move (normal), so I do not want to bother them and risk them swarming off to a new location.

flora amarilla
flora amarilla

It was the walk home that changed my focus from bees to Harmonia. I mentioned an article that I had posted the night before regarding the collapse of 2,000 species of fireflies. I have spent enough time on my land and in Cardenas to witness the decrease in populations. I also noticed a massive decrease in butterflies this year. The normal migration along the lake in June/July did not happen. Usually when I come across the Malinche trees they are pulsating with yellow butterflies, but not this year. Normally the upper area of Harmonia is filled with thousands of butterflies in the fields, but his year I would estimate an 80% decline from last year. It was noticeably less. I do not see many bees, be it honeybees, carpenter bees, green bees, blue bees or the little black Congos. Last year my house was surrounded by flowers, but more spiders and butterflies/moths than bees. Fewer June bugs, fewer grasshoppers, fewer everything.

We walked up to a big flowering tree along the road and saw lots of pollinators, just not many bees. I made the decision right there that I want to have many beehives and let them use their own honey for food. I will take some because they produce more than they need, but I don’t want to have to feed them sugar. I will be able to harvest enough honey to use at Harmonia, but nothing to sell commercially. Last week I had looked into creating a crowd funding campaign to buy hives and use the honey sales to help fund operations at Harmonia. I am glad that I did not post my blog entry (I was waiting for numbers). Today I am more inspired to create a pollinator protection program (Dave’s idea) and work more on creating a dynamic permaculture finance and economics program to radically transform our economies into something sustainable that does not harm the planet.

This afternoon I read that Morgan Freedman has decided to use his 124 acres to protect the bees. It is one of those signs that I am on the right path.

https://www.forbes.com/sites/trevornace/2019/03/20/morgan-freeman-converted-his-124-acre-ranch-into-a-giant-honeybee-sanctuary-to-save-the-bees/

I feel that more than ever, Harmonia needs to manifest in all of its glory. We have to teach people how to be stewards of this beautiful planet. Whether it is protecting bees, cleaning water or building agrihoods, it is crucial that our global society return to our roots and respect that which keeps us alive. We must start living in the manner of the Native Americans, who focused on the seven generations that would follow. How does our lifestyle impact our grandchildren, great grandchildren and their grandchildren and great grandchildren? What right do we have to destroy the planet for a like on Instagram or a trip to the mall or a fancy car? We are selling out the planet for instant gratification. We complain and protest about irrelevant topics to avoid dealing with the fact that our planet cannot sustain our greed and disrespect.

I do not pretend to have all of the answers, but I am committed to helping people reconnect with nature and creating an atmosphere that allows us to share our ideas and inspirations so that we have a viable future instead of the dystopian construct that looms overhead. I need help. Lots of help, money and resources. And I need the right people. I have resisted this part, not knowing exactly who can and will be part of Harmonia, as a co-founder, co-creator, benevolent angel, work exchange or student. I have put all of my faith in the Universe. I trust, I do, but this is a call to help. If you can help, great. Maybe you know someone who can help, that is great, too.

Thank you. Namaste.

Wildlife Rescue and Rehabilitation

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A wildlife rescue and rehabilitation center has always been part of the master plan for Harmonia.  Four months ago, I was fortunate to take in five 5-week old fox kits that had been raised by humans since they were a week old.  A dog killed the mother and a local man found the kits with their eyes still shut.  Zia, a cowgirl working at Rancho Chillamate in Escamequita, took them in and cared for them for the next month.  A few days before I left for a short trip to the US, Zia asked me if I would release them at Harmonia.  Naturally I agreed and admittedly forgot about it, too distracted by family and friends to research how to care for and relocate foxes into the wilderness while I was stateside.

The day after I returned from vacation, I ran into Zia at the Farmers Market.  She needed to return to Europe and asked if I could take them.  Forty-eight hours later, I became a foster mom to five baby foxes.

They were far too young to be released.  In the short research I did during that 48-hour window, I learned that foxes stay with their mother for 7 months.  Denial kicked in as I convinced myself that after a month or so, they would be fine.  I had no idea how I was going to get through this experience.  All the research said that there should be minimal human contact, but they had spent their first month with a cat, squirrel, parrot, turkey, and two dogs in addition to several doting humans.

They were crawling around my 4Runner before I ever made it home.  Thank goodness Shelley was with me to keep them from getting under the gas pedal and clutch.  They met the cats and dogs within the first hour and it was love at first sight – at least by the foxes.  It took a few days before the dogs and cats did not run away from five fox kits who thought they had found their mom.  (Scruff, my neighbors’ male dog who thinks he is supposed to live with me, has large nipples and the foxes were very confused.  Poor Scruff!)

They were too young to eat raw meat, so I opted for canned cat food, raw eggs, puppy kibble, roasted cashews and fresh fruits like papaya, mango and cantaloupe.  I later discovered they love shredded coconut after they tore open a large bag sitting on my dining room table.  They also like (to steal) croissants and French baguettes, much to my annoyance.  Oh, and they love to knock my coffee onto the sand and roll around in it!

Zia had constructed a box for them, but they quickly decided that the motor of my car was their ideal sleeping spot.  I am not sure why I popped the hood the next morning, but I was glad that I did, as all five were sleeping underneath the hood.  I had to clear them out of the car (and the well of the spare tire) every time I needed to go somewhere.  Occasionally they would not budge, forcing me to cancel my plans until dinnertime. 

Their love for me was instantaneous.  They crawled all over me, smothering me with fox kisses and love.  I cannot even begin to describe the feeling of holding five fox kits in my arms at the same time.   They bonded with Shelley (who owns the house where I live), but they kept their distance with other visitors.  When they were younger, they would sniff visitors and tolerate other people holding them, but by the time they were twelve weeks old, I was the only person who could pick them up and hold them.

Our morning routine was something out of a Disney movie.  After an ever-increasingly early breakfast, I would announce, “Beach time!” and the foxes, dogs and at least one cat (Sufi) would lead or follow me to the beach on the lake while I drank coffee and watched the foxes play with the cat and dogs as the sun crept over the horizon.  We would often repeat the routine in the afternoon sans coffee.

I made preparations to release them in Harmonia, but it was the dry season and the only source of water aside from the lake was from the stream that feeds the waterfall, which was too far away for me to check on them.  Huxley and Janice Joplin/Juanita (translated into Spanish) were the smallest.  Had I not fed them copious amounts of egg and extra canned cat food, they probably would not have survived.  Huxley started out as the smallest, but he eventually overlook Juanita in size and as of yesterday, he was the same size as Zeppelin.

You can see by their names that I was in over my head when it comes to animal rescue.  I have bottle-feed kittens and puppies and helped care for baby monkey orphans, but I have never participated in relocating a rescued wild animal from birth.  They were too cute and had interacted with humans before they opened their eyes, so it was hard not to treat them like pets, especially since they loved my cats and dogs so much.  And they loved me.  They understood my role in the pecking order and they identified themselves as relatives of the cats and dogs, but they still considered me their mom because I provided food and cuddles.  I loved them so much that it was impossible to limit my role in their lives.

Several friends reached out with contacts with wildlife rescue.  I contacted a few and got mixed information as well as a warning to not to name them or attempt to domesticate them or they could not be released back into the wild.  I like to think that Huxley, Janice Joplin/Juanita, Zeppelin, Dolly Parton on Jimmy Hendrix like their names.  After a while, when I called them, they would come.  I am pretty sure they figured out their individual names as opposed to responding to the sound of my voice.

We had many zany adventures, some of which you can read about on their blog at http://www.harmonia.life/fox-tales/ .

I tried to teach them how to hunt once when a bird struck the window and collapsed to the ground, but as I tried to shake the dead bird, Sufi ran over and snatched it from my hands while the five little foxes looked on in awe.  I witnessed them play with and eat a baby fer-de-lance, so they must have got the lessons from the cats.  What I did teach them was to share.  All five would eat from the same plate without hissing or growling, and eventually the foxes and all of the cats shared dinner plates of food as well.  Even my older cats tolerated the foxes and would share the same bowl with them without a hiss.

Over the past month, I could see that it was time for them to integrate into the wild.  The problem with relocating them in Harmonia is the lack of foxes here, regardless of the field guide information.  It is too wet.  They prefer the drier climate along the Pacific coastline 10-20 miles east of Cardenas.  If they were to stay here, they would have to reproduce with each other and one male would be left out.  I had vets suggest I spay and neuter them, but it didn’t feel right.  This would kill some of their natural instincts and make them pets.  As cute as they are, they are not meant to be domestic animals.  They chewed up three pairs of Crocs, one of the straps on my backpack, my leather hat, three of my expensive bras, two cell pone charging cords and they made an attempt at my MacBook charger among other things.  They are mischievous in a way that is cute to outsiders but economically frustrating.  And did I mention the chickens?

For the past two plus months, the foxes made their dens under my neighbors’ pooch and mango trees.  They have birds and chickens.  We had hoped that they would learn that he neighbors flock was off-limits, but a couple weeks ago someone caught Jimmy Hendrix roughhousing with a chicken.  We all tried to convince ourselves that it was just playing because they loved the foxes almost as much as I do.

On solstice, I returned home to discover that Juanita had been hit by a motorcycle.  I was heartbroken.  She was my favorite and the one who loved to play with Sufi each morning on the beach.  It brought the brood down to three males and a female.  It was not going to work out.  It wasn’t fair to deny the other males the opportunity to reproduce.  I felt that they should be relocated to a spot near their birthplace, but there are too many chickens and too many humans who would kill them.

Fortunately, I ran into my friend Cati at the spay and neuter clinic in SJDS.  I showed her pictures of the foxes playing with my cat and dogs.  She was sitting next to Tim from www.vitalactions.org, a local NGO that has protected thousands of turtle eggs.  A few days later, I ran into Tim and Cati in Rivas.  Tim offered to help me relocate the foxes.  He instantly came up with a plan to move them the following week to a special spot near one of my favorite communities in Nicaragua.  A few days later, I messaged him.  It was urgent that we relocate the foxes ASAP, as one had just killed a chicken and bird and left another pet bird traumatized and missing a few feathers.

Tim wasted no time.  I collected the foxes at dinnertime and kept them inside with me overnight.  The following morning, I said my goodbyes, loaded them into two cages and drove to San Juan del Sur to pass them off to Tim and Cati.  We agreed that it was best that he release them so they could not follow my scent.  A few hours later, they were running through the forest between El Collado and El Congrejo, finally free to be foxes in nature where they belong.

The last 48 hours have been difficult.  It was so hard to keep them inside with me.  They were scared when I wouldn’t let them out.  I could smell their fear.  Dolly and Zeppelin crawled on my lap, something they had not done in a while.  Huxley let me hold him like a baby.  Jimmy Hendrix, the alpha, even let me give him some love before putting him in the cage.  It was so hard to see their sad, confused faces, but this is for the best.  As much as I had fantasized about running into them in the woods at Harmonia, they need to be where they will find mates and live long, happy lives.  I know that I will never see them again, but I take comfort knowing that they will be great parents to their own kids one day.

This experience has made me more committed to opening a rescue and relocation center at Harmonia.  As sad as I am at the moment, I am truly happy that they are living in the wild, in harmony with nature.  After all, that is the purpose of Harmonia.

Check out their release into the wild.

WORD SYMPHONY: Harmony with Nature

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“He who lives in harmony with himself lives in harmony with the universe.” – Marcus Aurelius

“I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.” – Walt Whitman

“I believe the world is incomprehensibly beautiful — an endless prospect of magic and wonder.” –Ansel Adams

“Earth laughs in flowers.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.” – Gerard De Nerval

“In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.” – John Muir

“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.” – Vincent Van Gogh

“There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.”  – Lord Byron

“Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.” – Albert Einstein

“A miracle constantly repeated becomes a process of nature. – Lyman Abbott

“Harmony is one phase of the law whose spiritual expression is love.” – James Allen

“Nature always wears the colors of the spirit.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

“But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads.” – Albert Camus

“Study nature, love nature, stay close to nature.  It will never fail you. – Frank Lloyd Wright

“I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony.” ― Gustave Flaubert, November

“Everything is connected.  The wing of the corn beetle affects the direction of the wind, the way the sand drifts, the way the light reflects into the eye of man beholding his reality.  All is part of totality, and in this totality man finds his hozro, his way of walking in harmony, with beauty all around him.” ― Tony Hillerman, The Ghostway

“In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous.” – Aristotle

“I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by a conscious endeavor.” ― Henry David Thoreau

“A life in harmony with nature, the love of truth and virtue, will purge the eyes to understanding her text.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Nature is the art of God.” – Dante Alighieri

“The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with Nature.” – Joseph Campbell

“I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?” – Vincent Van Gogh

“The highest education is that which does not merely give us information but makes our life in harmony with all existence.” – Rabindranath Tagore

“You are the harmony within which all things move.  They are just illusion.” – Mooji

“How can you consider flower power outdated? The essence of my lyrics is the desire for peace and harmony. That’s all anyone has ever wanted. How could it become outdated?” ― Robert Plant

“The beauty of the natural world lies in the details. – Natalie Angier

“Mankind’s role is to fulfill his heaven-sent purpose through a sincere heart that is in harmony with all creation and loves all things.” ― Morihei Ueshiba

“Through our eyes, the universe is perceiving itself.  Through our ears, the universe is listening to its harmonies.  We are the witnesses through which the universe becomes conscious of its glory, of its magnificence.”  ― Alan W. Watts

“Mathematics expresses values that reflect the cosmos, including orderliness, balance, harmony, logic, and abstract beauty.” ― Deepak Chopra

“The beauty of Zen is found in simplicity and tranquility, in a sense of the all-embracing harmony of things.” – Thich Thien-An

“The richness I achieve comes from Nature, the source of my inspiration.” – Claude Monet

“Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.” – Hans Christian Andersen

“Mother Nature speaks in a language understood within the peaceful mind of the sincere observer.” – Radhanath Swami

“Harmony is pure love, for love is a concerto.” – Lope de Vega

“A Woman in harmony with her spirit is like a river flowing.  She goes where she will without pretense and arrives at her destination prepared to be herself and only herself.” – Maya Angelou

“There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!” – Percy Bysshe Shelley

“Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe.” –Anatole France

“Like birds landing on a tree top together, and then dispersing, we are together for a very short time, so it makes sense to live in harmony, in unconditional friendship.” – Bokar Rinpoche

“God reveals himself in the orderly harmony of what exists.” – Albert Einstein

“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.” – Lao Tzu

“If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere.” – Vincent Van Gogh

“Nature is not a place to visit.  It is home.” – Gary Snyder

 

Fox Update

June 13, 2019

The day I have been dreading is here. It is time for the foxes to be relocated into the forest.

For the past two nights, one of the foxes had been “playing” with my neighbors’ hens. Twice they have had the necks of the chickens in their tiny mouths. They were not aggressive as in trying to kill, but they were playing hard. Had my neighbors not intervened, I am not sure what would have become of the chickens, though I am leaning heavily on the mealtime concept. Ugh.

It’s what they do, I know. It is such a happy place here and I am sad that I have to move them into the forest, but it’s time.

The plan is to start with Dolly Parton and Jimmy Hendrix, the two alphas responsible for the chicken incidents. Juanita, Huxley and Zeppelin were with me when it happened, so I know it had to be the other two. Dolly and Hendrix often go a day or two without meals from Cafe de Kelly, yet they continue to grow at a faster rate than the three who are addicted to kibble and playing with my cats. Obviously their natural instincts have kicked in and they can feed and care for themselves. Dolly is cuddly when I see her, but Hendrix seems to understand that my species is not fox-friendly. I can pet him, but he bolts when I try to pick him up.

Juanita/Janice Joplin, on the other hand, loves to snuggle and likes to sleep under my bed, especially when I am sleeping, too. Sometimes when I get up in the morning, she crawls out from under the bed, ready for breakfast with the cats. She is not ready to leave the coop.

We hope that by moving Dolly and Jimmy to Harmonia, we can still keep things harmonious with the neighbors, who love the foxes, and their chickens. Sufi, Rumi and Sucio love to play with foxes, too. When the foxes don’t show up at beach time, the cats are constantly on the lookout for them.

Huxley and Zeppelin both have healed over scars from something that attacked them almost two months ago. It looks like a bird tried to scoop them up or attack when they were young or a chicken put them in their place. They seem tp have zero interest in birds aside from watching Linda and Scruff chase away the herons and vultures during our morning beach walk.

It has been 4 nights since I last saw all 5 together at the same time. I wanted it to continue. I wanted at least one more morning or dusk at the beach. It is not going to be easy to catch them. The best I can hope for is that next tine they show up for food, I will lock the alphas in the adjacent apartment (windows closed) until I can bring them to Harmonia. The workers are have cleared several acres of weeds in the past few days, so they should be fine. Still, I worry. I am going to try to bring them to the ojo de agua (spring), which is on the side of the mountain two kilometers from the road and the nearest chickens. I would not be surprised if they found their way back, as they will be downwind from the lake and can probably smell me and the dogs.

It has to happen, I just wish it wasn’t so soon.

fox kit
A baby fox, five weeks old.

A Flintstone Kind of Day

Rocks.  Millions or rocks on the beach where there was once mostly sand and sand where there was once beautiful flowerings plants rooted into earth. Last year the lake level hit the hundred-year high.  Three years ago it was at historic lows, so bad that the ports on Ometepe had to be dredged for the ferries to dock.  Two years of heavy rains and two years of hurricanes and now we are building a. natural retaining wall with the rocks brought in from the storms.

It has been almost four years since signing for the land that is Harmonia and every year the water run-off has a slightly different pattern.  The areas where the rain discharges into the lake are eroding along the sides.  We lost ten coconut palms and three orange trees that washed away on the hundred year high, as well a neem and a producing noni tree.  Two moringa trees collapsed last week.  The area beneath a major tree along the shore is flooded but it’s only June.   We have two more days of heavy labor to to fill in the run-offs with rock that feeds into a 1-2 foot wall, discharging the water in a less erosive manner.  The best route might be chicken wire and rebar and letting the natural woody weeds to grow through the sides.  The bamboo washed away in the last hurricane.  No one else seems to know about erosion control or have any desire to deal with their own properties.  My neighbor is in risk of losing 150 s.f. of land and has done nothing to rectify the situation,

I suppose all of this is important to know and will prevent failures in the future, but, oh, the physical labor!  I spent two days  hauling rocks (always good to let the make crew see the female boss twice their age pulling her weight) and replanting hundreds of zinnia seedlings from my yard. It was pouring rain today. I had a tank top, but no sweater or jacket, and it was cold.  I figured it was good time to plant, so I carried on for several hours until the idea of a cup of hot chocolate at home became too much of a distraction.

I pay heavy duty rock and machete work twice the prevailing rate and I limit it to 5 hours a day. Tomorrow morning a crew will be ready to chop down the way overgrown thorny ant trees (cornesuelo, of the acacia family) in the upper section.  It was cleared 3 years ago for the  drone footage and now it is an overgrown mess.  It’s so hard to keep up with one person and a limited budget.

Time for some sleep.  Pictures to follow tomorrow.

Time Passages

What happened? Seven years ago, the vision for Harmonia came to me in the middle of a ceremony in the forest. Soon it will finally become reality.

I wanted to document every last experience, from the search for the land to the design of the courses. It’s all in my head, but something always got in the way of the writing.

Perhaps it is for the best, as so much has changed since I first set out on this path. Even the past few months have involved a huge shift in how this will manifest. And it will manifest, even though I still feel a bit anxious. Putting all of my faith in the universe has not been easy. Perhaps not publicly writing about it was for the best. Maybe it would have put undue pressure on me to have done something different along the way. Patience is not one of my virtues, but each time I have rushed into this project, there was always a message to wait. Confia con amor. Trust with love. This is my journey. I am still here and grateful for the delays that have shown me that Harmonia is more than a dream.

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