A Friend Indeed

Right before Alex set off for the bus terminal I heard him talking to his Dad on the phone. After a few pleasantries, my name came up. "No Dad, I don't know when he's going to take off, probably tomorrow with Ricardo to head to Playa for New Year's." I felt a bit of concern. Alex had assured me that it was cool to crash with his folks for as long as I wanted, and even stop by after a bit more of my aimless wandering for one of Dulce's home cooked meals, a comfortable bed and a hot shower. And after being welcomed with open arms into Gonzalo and Dulce's house I felt it would be rude to not accept such a generous offer.

But when I heard my name mentioned my immagination immediately filled in Gonzalo's side of the conversation with something like "He's not going to stay too long is he?" I didn't want to be a burden, to put anyone out. But it turned out Gonzalo just needed to know if I was staying so he could figure out what to ask Dulce to make for dinner. I need not have worried, this warm Mayan culture couldn't possibly be more welcoming. And since I was their son's friend, I was golden and I knew I would forever be welcome in their home.

Alex and I exchanged a hug and he set off for the bus to Cancun so he could catch his flight back to San Diego. I still had no real idea what I was going to do, but I was starting to make a semblance of a plan. I took a moment to reflect on the past two weeks and how Alex and I had grown as friends. I'll be happy to get back to doing my own thing, devoting more time to my yoga practice and not feeling like I have to keep up with his hard drinking ways. But I'll miss the touch of chaos he brings into my life. We are two very different people, Alex with his work hard, play hard ethic. And me with my constant quest for moderation in all things. But our easy-going natures compliment one another quite well. And travelling together with someone for an extended period of time either brings you closer or tears you apart. And we are definately better friends now than ever before.

During this time travelling together, I've come to realize what makes us true friends is the fact that we both encourage and nurture each others dreams and ideals. Alex with his desire to build and create, developing those 11 acres of land in Jamul. And me with my desire to learn and teach and be in a constant state of introspection. We are the sorts of friends that work to help each other realize their dreams. That take joy in each others successes and accomplishments. And after this trip, those dreams are intertwined to the point where we can only succeed by helping the other realize their own.

As I came to that conclusion I also realized the flip side, all the other people in my life, who despite their friendship and love, only held me back from realizing my own personal story. The friends who itemized and counted against me each inconvenience that my escape caused them. The lover who by not wanting to be a burden, rejected the most precious gifts I tried to bestow. My own family members who only saw how my irresponsiblity put their own security at risk.

I've grown to understand that only by recieving friendship and love when it is freely given can you put yourself in a position to return it. For acceptance of that gift creates an implicit understanding that you must pay it forward, backward and to those all around. Those who refuse to accept the gift of friendship that is given freely do so because they don't want to put themselves in a position where they have the obligation to return it. And by doing so they lose out on the most valuable treasure that life has to offer.

I've tried to forgive those who've rejected the gifts I've given. Those who offered gifts to me inauthentically, and resented the fact that I accepted. Those who accepted willingly but never gave back as good as they got. I know intellectually that it does not matter, because in the long run the universe evens out those scores, karma still applies. But I've yet to transcend my humanity to the point where I can let go of the pain caused by the unskillful actions of those I've tried to pull in close. I still keep score because it's too hard to embody a true Bodhisattva nature. I realize that those unenlightened actions are only a result of their own unresolved fears and they can only be overcome by continuing to pour out love and friendship to those who have failed to hold up their end of the bargain ... but it's just too hard. So I choose the easier route, to pull away and keep at a distance those who refuse the embrace of a true friend.

And then ironically after Dulce got back from dropping Alex at the bus terminal, I saw that which I resent in others manifest itself in my own being. I was hungry, having not as of yet eaten. And she offered to cook me some eggs. My initial reaction was to say no, I will just grab an apple, I don't want to be a burden. And then I spotted it, my own inability to accept that which is given freely. So when she offered again, I smiled and said "Si, por favor." The eggs had just the perfect amount of grease, the beans the right amount of garlic and the croissants were toasted perfectly. No one ever goes hungry in Dulce's kitchen. And she sat with me while I ate and told me about the places she's gone. "San Cristobal!" she said when I asked her what her favorite Mexican city was, with a smile that lit up the room. And now I have a new destination on my journey and my own surrogate Mexican mother who will make sure I never get too skinny.

People often ask me why I travel. What it is that I do while I'm not doing what it is that I'm supposed to be doing. And I realize now, it's not for the things I see or even the people I meet. But rather the unfamiliar surroundings present an opportunity for growth and advancement. Usually it's two steps forward one step back, but that still gets you somewhere. And with this current journey, I'm curious to see where that will be.