* Who is Sylvia?

Sylvia is my friend.  She is gutsy, creative, enthusiastic, happy, determined, kind, giving, and full of life.  Energy oozes from her pours.  My garden, in Sylvia's head, it already planted and blooming.  "Wait for me, I call.  The garden is months down the road.  Allow me to purchase an armiore first so I may hang up my cloths!"  Sylvia is looking after 'de Luz' while I am gone.  I know, it's more than I could hope for to have someone do this for me.  Sylvia is a blessing and a grace.  Sylvia is a gift.  She is part of this magical time in my life when I am truly in the flow, when the pieces of the puzzle are all falling together so effortlessly.  I am truly grateful.

We spent a few hours at de Luz today, just feeling the space, sitting in the sun on two overturned buckets discussing possibilities and looking over what still needs to be taken care of.

Sylvia 'takes charge'.

The stairs are in.  For the first time I could walk up on the roof.  It is going to be a wonderful place to spend time.  It looks out over the mountains.  I can watch the sun set.  At night there will be stars.  

View looking to the right as you face the mountains.

View straight ahead.

View to the left.

Plastering on the outside has begun.  The balcony doors are now shiny black and ready to be installed.  Floor leveling will take place this weekend.   I have another meeting with Carlos on Monday.

Yes, Yes!  I know what you are thinking.  "Don't you ever take that 'green thing' off?  Is that all you have to wear?"  Well, to tell you the truth, I have lots to wear.  I actually make a conscious decision to wear this lime green top.  It's cotton, it's cool and it's comfortable!  What more can a girl ask for.  The 3C's.  So there!

Just came down from the roof terrace not long ago.  Kathleen, Ivan and I watched the sunset, jabbering over a lovely glass of wine.  Kathleen brought welcomed snacks of peanuts coated with chili, and chips with a green chili dip.  I'm developing a taste for a little heat, even though I had my usual choking spell.

The sun set was amazing.  We watched the stars come out.  The moon hung in the sky as she always does here, simply becoming brighter as the sun leaves her alone to become Queen of the night.

We stumbled down the spiral staircase, holding on to railings and muttering to ourselves.  Honestly, you would not want to have to many drinks on the roof without spending the night.  Navigating the stairs needs a clear head on your shoulders.

It was my Mamma's birthday today.  Happy Birthday Mamma.  I'm sending you butterfly kisses.  I miss you!  You were one of my gifts.  Thank you. xx

Grumpy Marshall Weather Report for San Miguel de Allende for Sunday, March 28, 2010.

Mar 28	Mostly Cloudy Hi: 82° Lo: 49°	Day: Cloudy skies. High 82F, humidity 15%. Winds WSW at 5 to 10 mph. Air Quality: NA, UV Index: 14
		Night: Cloudy skies. Low 49F. Winds ENE at 5 to 10 mph.

For you Mamma.  I know you loved this.  As I grow in spirit, I begin to understand.  I do understand there are 'windows of time' when an opportunity comes along.  If you wait too long, the window disappears.  Interesting, because, usually another opportunity comes along, in a different form.  Can't seem to wrap my head around the 'kill' part, or the 'hate' part, or the 'war' part.  The other thing is .. since it was written to long ago, things could have been misinterpreted.  'Kill', since it seems to be associated with healing, my have meant to 'let be', or 'thy will be done' where one might die instead of being healed. I find this all very interesting.  Perhaps there is a time to 'hate' .... perhaps it gives us perspective if we don't hate for too long and before ill from it.  Perhaps it helps us to appreciate love.  I do know hate is very very destructive.  Personally ... no ... I don't want to feel it.  War?  I have mixed reviews on that one too.  I really am all for peace, however there are times when nothing else will do but a revolution to change things.  I believe this about the Mexican Revolution against Spain.  I don't think there was another way, as much as we might wish peace is the answer to everything.  Sometimes there must be conflict to clear the air.  Do I really believe that .... I think so ... ponder .. ponder ....

For everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8