Goats, And Chickens, and Writers – Oh My!

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He’s sitting in an overstuffed green chair under a window reading one of Victor’s books. I look up to see him wiping tears from his eyes. “It’s a touching book” he says by way of an apology.

I nod in understanding.

The first time I came to Rancho Villasenor was 7 years ago. Almost 7 years ago to this day – Rami brought me here. I was recovering from a broken heart – and falling in love all over again at the same time. Rami used to say he and I were destined to be married one day. I think Victor even predicted that once. Life, however, had other plans.

This past Christmas when Victor invited me to Oceanside for the holidays, I remember worrying it might be my last chance to see him. Crying over that missed opportunity.

So being here today feels like a gift. A miracle. Un milagro de Dios.

“We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us”.Joseph Campbell

No Set Plans

This wasn’t our plan. We were planning to go camping in Yosemite. To visit his Grandparent’s grave in Oakhurst. To camp on Pismo Beach. To surprise my Zen teacher in LA by showing up to a Saturday service at my Zendo. Instead, we found ourselves in a mansion in Oceanside, eating Huevos Rancheros accompanied by the best bacon in the world (thank you Allejendra), reading unpublished manuscripts, hiking slot canyons, and drinking shots of tequila with the acclaimed writer Victor Villasenor.

I think I needed a reminder – miracles happen. The only way over is through. And that the path is lit by LOVE – only LOVE.

Thank you from the bottom of mi corazón. Thank you Victor, Joseph, Barbara, Carmine, David, Allejendra – and everyone who helps to make a place like Rancho Villasenor possible. 


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