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Sayulita is the gift of presence.<\/p>\n
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She is the hearth of the feminine.<\/p>\n
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She whispers in the language of body, heart, and soul.<\/p>\n
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I feel a belonging here. A life force energy.<\/p>\n
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It pulses in her natural beauty, in the people and community, in her small, but mighty size.<\/p>\n
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There are no big-box stores.<\/p>\n
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There are only dirt roads and cobblestoned streets.<\/p>\n
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Thick jungle, hidden beaches,<\/p>\n
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and everyone has a name.<\/p>\n
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From the vendors to the waiters, to the grocers and the music makers, they are always the same.<\/p>\n
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What a treat to live somewhere so small, you can walk from one side to the other in thirty minutes. What a treat to live somewhere where everyone knows everyone; where you can walk downtown in your pajamas for a vegan, gluten free chocolate mousse and have five different conversations in English and Spanish. <\/p>\n
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I am nurtured by this place; by these people.<\/p>\n
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The Friday Market.<\/p>\n
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Saturday morning sound healing. <\/p>\n
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A bustling plaza.<\/p>\n
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Surfers and street performers. <\/p>\n
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Cute caf\u00e9s. <\/p>\n
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Cocos fr\u00edos. <\/p>\n
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Tacos and Chiles rellenos.<\/p>\n
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And the playa.<\/p>\n
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Mother Earth herself.<\/p>\n
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The sun that always shines and sets, sinking into the sea; the masterpiece of every morning and early evening. <\/p>\n
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There is no rushing. No hurrying. No need to get anywhere. <\/p>\n
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Just the necessity to be here, with and of, this moment.<\/p>\n
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Copyright \u00a9 2022 Kayla MacArthur<\/p>\n
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