there’s a beautiful expression that costa ricans use that’s as common as hello: pura vida. it literally means ‘pure life’. i experienced its meaning when i traveled there (guanacaste) back in july. thousands of miles from city lights and sales and wireless access, i remembered what it was to be moved by nature. trees. air. water. space.

so now, during this period of exuberant festive commerce – when i’m consumed by thoughts of what i need to buy buy buy – wordsworth’s worthy words creep into my mind.

The World Is Too Much with us
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.–Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

and i think about pure life in costa rica…