Jan 5, 2015 | Global
The corn was magic. Absolutely covered in salt and spice. But the way it melted and burned and tasted was magic.
The sea was as crisp as could be. He had never stood in an ocean so blue and wonderous.
I meandered away collecting trinkets that the waves had left me.
Heart shaped shells of all colors.
We walked and walked and walked and eventually I needed coffee and carvings so we ditched the crystal clearness and took to the streets.
I found this amazing little guy carved out of a cows bone. He was beautiful with ancient symbolize and designs on his clothing.
He made me feel like I was a kid again looking in the library at all those Egyptian books or national geographic magazines, expect I was there, RIGHT THERE, holding it in my own two hands.
Now he sits in our bed room next to the deer antlers from our wedding and the prayer beads he recieved while living with the Navaho tribe.
It feels natural and perfect.
Dec 31, 2014 | Global
Vitality is my word.
I am committing to it.
It is about coming home to my body.
Living in it.
Fully…
Perhaps for the first time EVER.
Embodying it, I guess you could say.
It’s all about knowing what has happened to it.
Accepting it.
Not just GETTING OVER IT, like they want me too.
Not just ignoring IT, like I so desperately desire.
It’s about cultivating a home in my bones.
A place that I feel safe and peaceful in.
My body is a place of Vitality.
It will no longer be a foreign land to me.
I will choose to not sulk, or wallow in it.
I am going to dance in it’s light as well as in it’s shadows.
I am wide open.
Ready for the rush of choosing my own path.
The opposite of depression isn’t happiness.
The opposite of depression is VITALITY.
THIS is MY FRESH START >>>——————>
Dec 16, 2014 | Global
I wanted to hold them, their wiry bodies so much like our own.
Those rascals whom snatch at tourists bags and fight over tiny bananas.
Watching them swing in and out of branches like wind.
Mothers cradling their babies.
Babies chewing on rolled grass like dope.
Oh and the wild wisdom that seems sunken into their eyes.
*Another encounter with the animal kingdom in Bali.
It was magic.
Dec 14, 2014 | Global
Can you imagine spending day after day carving stone into intricate designs, faces, ancient symbols?
Can you close your eyes and imagine the sound of rock chipping away?
The long days of precise attention and labour?
The imagination to foresee all the possibilities!
Temple after temple exemplified a culture tethered by attention to ceremony and beauty.
It was all very tribal, humid, like living in a dancing body.
Perhaps a tired dancing body.
The holy places had these amazing trees made of roots intertwining like a praying pair of hands.
Volcanoes stood amazingly strong, distinct, dormant. Nature has a way doesn’t it?
Of reminding us of all that is capable of in life.
So much was mossy, and earthy.
So much reminded me of a soul beating in all its messy painful beauty.
This land looked ready for healing.
Like it’s beauty is tired and ready to be comforted and loved upon.
Dec 11, 2014 | Global
A place of chaos and beauty, much like India.
Carved everything.
Doors, statues, temples.
Offerings every-which-way.
On the floor before every door step, every business and certainly at every holy place.
The air was thick with incense.
heavy with humidity.
The fruits were exotic and so were the beaches.
Layer-upon-layer-upon-layer of color, smells and sounds.
A place swirling around what is holy and what is tourism.
