Halcyon

It was the most halcyon month I spent.

Calm. Peaceful. Tranquil.

It is funny that we find peace when we decide to unload ourselves of self-inflected pressures that do not contribute to our holistic development. I feel like a liberated kingfisher--too powerful it could calm the wind and the waves while nested on the sea during the winter solstice.

Like the fabled kingfisher, I nested in my cocoon exploring my options and assessing my life's priorities. I realized that while the fierce lion still resides in me, I am no longer a ferocious soldier. I have learned to choose my battles and look at my adversaries in a new light. I now fight a different battle--a more compelling one.

I started surrounding myself with ally, friends, and combatants who share my passion and dedication to make a difference in the lives of others. Sure they are not captains of industries but they are decent people who would remain unheralded in a world where image and reputation could be bought through business and political connections. I've been exposed to creatures of various forms: shamans who by their sheer power could walk unscathed despite being palavers. Troglodytes who thrive in their territories siphoning the poor and the weak while they rest in their sarcophagoses. The ephemerals who are epicures of good taste, meticulous, and facetious, yet would transform to a leprechaun in a moment's notice and leave you hanging for a nostrum. The interlopers who often trespass and pretend to be magnanimous yet their redolent air is soporific.

Could I be blamed from transporting to an oasis where iconoclasts thrive?

Oxymoron?

Serendipity.