When we got to Lake Atitlan, some of us stayed at San Lucas in wonderful hotel. We would take the boat every day to meet up with the rest of the group. This was truly a magical place. You were never out of sight of land but could feel the vastness of the lake. The spray from the boat moving thru the water was like a daily baptism in the mystery. The lake was formed by volcanic activity and the shape of the mountains surrounding the lake was a testament to that. Looking at this picture helps me go back there and feel that mystery again.

I still am processing the messages that I was given there. What is the future? How do I go on from here? What is to be my message to others? For now I look at the picture, feel the spray on my face, the rush of the water through my fingers and listen for the message from the mountain.