May, 2016

It seemed like a convergence of just one too many difficult events – each one vying for my attention and time. Set against the backdrop of the angry fervor of US Presidential Primary season it seemed almost like an extension of the fear and panic energy. My quiet life in Costa Rica felt threatened.

Early May was supposed to be the resolution of a lawsuit against me by the former farm workers of Frank – for $60,000. It had been hanging over me for the two years following his death in 2014. The court hearing had to be postponed due to an oversight by the opposing attorney. Then, two weeks later another threatened lawsuit over an issue on the farm. Adding in various other issues – a computer lost somewhere in shipping, a sick dog, some family worries and an overwhelming sense of foreboding.. I was feeling alone and scared.