Live Where You Love And You Will Love Where You Live

Close your eyes and imagine the most beautiful place in the world; a paradise in which you long to be… Now… GO!

I promise change is not as scary as it seems!

Everyday in Central America, people ask me where I’m from (“de dónde eres?”) and each day my love for my country (the one I live in, Nicaragua) gets stronger, is another day it gets harder to answer that question. I was born in New York City, but I don’t feel I am from there. I lived and loved in Florida, but I am not from there either. Never quite a city girl, I have a country heart! My wingspan grows with my courage and broadens my path around the world. The more I abandon fear, the greater my adventures!

Don’t pinch me. I am not on vacation. I sold what I could, I gave away the rest, my friends helped me a lot! I packed what I could carry and on October 16th, 2014, I flew home. Now, I live where I love. I am awake, and I am dreaming!

These pics are from my Christmas trip to Manuel Antonio, Costa Rica, where I’m visiting friends, but I have found my home in San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua. I have a guest house on a large farm by the beach and you can visit whenever you want!

My address for mail and packages containing raw almond butter (hint!) is as simple as my life here:
“Bianca Sultana
San Juan del Sur, Rivas, Nicaragua”
❤ Let me know if you send something, so I check at the post office.

To Be Humbled And Empowered

DO. WHAT. YOU. WANT. and your path will cross with people who love you for it, cherish them, and those who hate you for it, pray for, then forget them… Fast! I live #EverydayBetter, so Everyday Is The BEST DAY of my life!

When I got to his place, Marcos proceeded to inform me, “we don’t have water.” Like, no hot water? He pointed to a bucket in the shower and directed me to fill up behind the house. My mind flighted to the eighteenth century in search of a pump in the ground, or a well with an overhanging bucket. It was a sink in the shed outside his Manuel Antonio apartment. Still, it was different.

Marco empowered me that I could do it; I reminded him that just a couple hours ago he had superglued the skin back onto the bottom of my foot! Clumsy-girl’s Tico-fix! I had swiped my foot along a piece of glass by the beach. So, he filled the bucket and carried it to the shower like a gentleman. A sexy man should always be in low slung jeans, no shirt and lifting something heavy.

I used a bowl inside the bucket to pour the water on my BODY and hair. At first, it kinda sucked, I admit. It was cold (but, generally showers here are), I wasn’t convinced I’d be able to really wash my hair and then, I was doing it! I felt humbled and empowered.

Of course, my life wouldn’t be my life without a hitch! This is story of what happened next… Just as I finished washing my hair, feeling the success of accomplishment, I grabbed the large bucket to dump the remainder of water over my head. One last rinse. Until the contents of the bottom of the bucket, dirt or sand or both, dumped on my clean hair. Shit! wrapped in a towel I went outside to rinse my hair in the sink in the shed. The door to the house slammed behind me. Shit! Shit! Mierda! I was locked out. No key. No money. No clothes. No way to contact my friends. This is what I call “a Bianca!” Then the neighbor comes from around the corner with a copy of the key (“clave” en Español). I am blessed! Believe.

Later that night, I found myself at a wedding with Marco. I guess my hair turned out okay!

Manuel Antonio, Costa Rica 23/12/2014

Together in Health!
xob

Now And Forever

Hello? Are you there?

Sometimes I get sad that I haven’t met the man I am supposed to marry. I don’t want to bike, swim, hike, run alone. I want to fall in love with my best friend, a man who will appreciate the finer things in life: a sandy bum, a perfect swell, the smell of salt water and sunscreen, the way the heart dances between your throat and your stomach on a mountain bike trail, bike dancing on a Friday night… I don’t need money, I don’t crave things. Designer handbags no longer speak me. I prefer a truck to Lamborghini, and a date under shooting stars then to a Five Star. I have traveled all over the world, backpacking on my budget and jet setting on his, I know which way is better. I want good love and good love making, good food, good health…

And good friends! I have been in South Florida exactly two years and I haven’t found them yet. Tonight I overheard a girl say, “look for the bar with the fanciest cars out front, because that is where the nicest people will be” and, “he’s a nice guy, he’ll buy you jewelry.” But jewelry doesn’t fool me. I am living surrounded by stuff, things, materialism… I am drowning in this noise!

In New York, it was all about money, how much you have and making more. There’s no end to how much you “need,” no amount is ever enough. New Yorkers live on a hamster wheel that never lets up, working, churning for two weeks of vacation a year, ten-fourteen days of freedom, of peace, striving for a “future” that never comes because greed is a hole that can never be filled. But, in South Florida, it’s all about appearances. “Looking” good or “looking” rich – he drives a Ferrari, but he also sleeps in it! She’s beautiful, a surgeon sculpted her. INauthentic would best describe these people, this place.

From NYC fashionista to fitness model to country girl to jungle child. I long for the rip tide ride of Maderas and to be high on the clouds from the mountains above Allejuela.

Happiness is

How I Love

I live to love. And love to live.

Here, some words I live and love by…

So… What is love?

LOVE is living with an open heart for all people, and all things. Love is the way you touch the lives around you, and your willingness to allow the life around you to touch you too. Love lives in heightened consciousness between nature and humanity; a true connection between you and all that surrounds you in the world in which you stand and the all worlds around you.

For six weeks, I have been on a spiritual journey empowered by love. Many lights have crossed my path. Both good and imitation, all bright. Many loves have I had, both true and imagined, all right.

In three days I head back to the states, a grown woman. I see more clearly. My eyes more open, my heart more willing. Reunited with my child and my God, with confidence in the angels that guard at my gate, I can say clearly that, “fear is not a factor for me.”

I found my home in a land faraway.

I will be home again soon.

Together in Health, in Love, and in Life,
xob

This BODY I Built

Move your BODY everyday and your BODY will never cease to move you! Love your BODY today and for all days, and your BODY will love you, and serve you always.

The sweetest reward of being strong is feeling my BODY carrying me throughout the day. With every step I take, I feel my muscles moving me. Do you feel it too? It is an incredibly rewarding feeling to have built a BODY capable of anything!

Mark September 2014 on your calendar with “BODYbybianca.” This September I invite you to the most beautiful place on Earth for a fitness and health experience that will stay with you forever.

Together in Health,
In Love, &
In Life,
xob

Cigarettes And Whiskey

He kissed my neck but not my lips. Strong hands, with a light touch, he caressed my back and my shoulders. With full awareness, I felt all as, over my clothing, he navigated my body, settling on the shelf between my hip and my thigh. He liked this spot on a woman, he confessed. He took hold of me here.

There were moments I wondered would he kiss me? Though I knew he would not. Of this knowledge grew my trust. A few times I allowed my curiosity to wander toward what it might be like. Cigarettes and whiskey? (Though he’s not a drinker) I was glad he didn’t try. I didn’t want him to. And never did his hand greedily grab hold of mine, never did he ask me to touch him.

Because he didn’t lead with sex, I felt comfortable around him. Not once did I feel he wanted more than I wanted to give him. Respect lead to trust and trust lead to intimacy. Intimately, he cuddled me. Each night, eagerly, I layed my head on the pillow between his shoulder and his breast, combed my fingers through the hair on his chest, then turned from him to push myself into him, closing the gap between my hips and his. One Body. We fit.

Here is where he would kiss me. As you would kiss a child, he kissed my back and traced the line down my shoulder. Because he kissed me like a child, my child came to play with him. I held his hand in the sand.

xob

Pura Vida

What does the world want of me? Does it want me to take no risks? To go back to w life here I came from because I didn’t have the courage to say “yes” to life?

– Paulo Coelho

For five weeks now I have been on this journey through Nicaragua and Costa Rica. For five weeks now, I have felt more at home than I ever have. Today, I realized I have lived a tenth of this year in paradise and counting…

Despite leaving my beloved dog Bear in Florida, the day I stepped foot in Nica, I felt a strong sensation that I lived there. There was not the same connection to Playa Negra, Costa Rica, and I know now why. My heart told me to leave there; my heart told me el DJ was bad. When I arrived in Santa Teresa, I felt the same sensation as I had previously in Maderas, “this is my home. I live here.”

I am a child born of this world. A traveler and a native; Never a tourist.

I live in love. I know now, my place is in my heart, and the place(s) my love is welcome, though not necessarily returned, is my Home.

Yesterday, I met a woman named Lila. When I walked away from her, I thought, “tell her.” I didn’t then, though I believe she knew. I love you. Thank you for this gift.

Today, in Manuel Antonio, I did a 2 hour stand up paddle into the deep water and over some of the biggest waves I have ever seen; around cliffs protruding from the middle of the ocean. I paddle boarded between the rapids of two mountains. Even the local Tica (Costa Rican) girls (and guys!) don’t do that!!! Mi nuevo amigo Marco lent me a board. I have learned that when you open your heart to the world in pursuit of your passion, whatever it may be, the world opens its heart to help you.

(Between the two cliffs on the led, is a rapid channel about ten feet wide with daunting rocks on either aside. A thrill like no other! Earlier I stood fifteen feet from a crocodile in the river. I looked deep into her eyes and she returned the gesture. It was a Godly experience.)

I have now lived a tenth of this year in paradise. I cannot wait to share it all with you in September for the first ever BODYbybianca Fitness, Health & Life Retreat in beautiful Nicaragua.

I week be in NYC May 30-June 9. If you would like, I am booking sessions now through May 10th by Paypal. Unlike any personal training session. Mine is a course on fitness.

I need to start making my schedule, so let me know!

Enjoy these photos from today in Manuel Antonio, Costa Rica.

Wherever I go, I meet the best people!

Con mi muy linda Tica amiga Daniella.

At home we have cacoa nibs, in Central America you have the whole nut! Best raw chocolate for health!!!!

It’s not cheap in Costa Rica. But if you have a machete, the coconuts are free.

Together in Heath. In Love. And in Life!

Here’s to a kick-ass 2014… And it is only April!

“Pura Vida”
xob

Salud!

Common Sense

With goodness, goodness comes.

As life is not a series of actions shot, but a rolling picture without pause, to simply DO good is not good enough. To fully embody goodness, one must BE good. Always in all ways.

Do good and good may come back to you, if nothing else gained, you will, at least, feel good (for a time) from a good deed done. There is value in that. But, there is more… BE good and good will be with you, around you at times and always within you.

I heard some time ago that “opposites attract.” So, how can it be, if I am good, that goodness will be attracted to me? And if I am good, will evil (as my opposite) come after me?

I do not know the answers to all of these questions, but I do know from this place where I stand today on my spiritual journey,
Never close your heart in fear. Trust at your gate, the angels are near.

Together in Life!
xob

Assassinate My Heart

I met him on Facebook. A friend of a friend of a friend, The Deejay from Tamarindo, a lover, an anomaly.

Day One. Not physically, nor mentally, to him was I attracted. Vastly contradictory, Day One, he was repellent to me. Hence, my humor when he disclosed of his intention to have me fall for him in love. In our first conversation he made me very uncomfortable. His field force-fully pushed out negativity. I am sensitive, I am gullible, I am soul full, I feed off the energy abounding me. You scared me, the dark power you had over me. I shut that door immediately. Of this, you knew, yourself confirmed; you felt me too. Now, looking back, conveniently, is this when you changed your strategy?

Insightfully, I hold the capacity to to see inwardly inside of me. Invite me, and in sight fully, but out of view, I have the ability to see inside of you. Distinctively, instinctively, I now see the greater world outside of me. It is with this ability I fell inside Day Three. But, was Three you? Or you reflecting me, to make good on some sick prophesy?

Day Two. An observer. You took note of me. I noticed you, noticing me.

Day Three. A flood of vulnerability, his tears tore right into me. Your eyes, now open wide and ocean blue, they invited me, I dived in eagerly. Now, tell me Three, were you You? Or were you Me?

Four days you were Day Three. A lover, a nurturer, Day Three was open and kind. Far from One and unlike Two, Three, you were, surprisingly, a LOT like me.

One. Two. Three. A tangled multidentity. Who, in hell, is he?

“Hey, Mister Deejay,” you played me. Quite literally…

You. Played. Me.

From this Cloud Forest in the sky, I see more clearly than had previously…

Three was Me.

Versed, you confessed, in trickery. The one honest tale you told to me.

A pawn in his-story, I fell just like in his prophesy. Magnetic was the K.I.S.S. that Sealed this deal. We moved tantrically, one BODY; So connected were we spiritually. I came with Me.

xob

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If any harm shall come to me, all the world, I summon, look to thee.