I didn’t take this picture, nor did I write the words, but looking at it simply makes me smile
– and it’s not the worst philosophy to live by.
Don’t hold back.
Today was Tuesday-mini-road trip-day, and I’d borrowed a car to go exploring with a friend. It wasn’t our plan (real adventures shouldn’t have too may plans anyway) but suddenly we stumbled upon a limestone quarry. Seriously, WOW! I tried taking pictures but they don’t even come close to capturing the light, the mesmerizing turquoise color of the lakes and how it emphasizes the white limestone. I felt like tiny sparks lit up inside my brain.
Well, since the pictures didn’t do the place justice, I thought I might as well give them a little twist…
Connecting. Re-connecting. Exploring.
Exhausted, but oh so HAPPY!
♥ New York.
So, I left New Orleans this morning, verrrry early. I was sad to leave because I’ve come to really love the city, and also there’s people I will miss a lot. Now I’m in New York, another great love, and a week of adventure is ahead of me.
This picture says it all…
First time I heard this track, it didn’t really move me. Then I heard it again, or more accurately, then I danced to it. I’m not sure where they came from, or where they’d been resting before, but gigantuous echoing emotions rose to the surface and expressed themselves through my body in a completely new way – and it just blew my mind. Talk about peak experience! Since then my dancing has transformed, stretched itself, and in the process, stretching me. Wow. Just wow.
Today I spent all day in a workshop, examining assumptions about inner power and limitations to happiness. I mean, that’s the short version. The very short version. It was very Anthony Robbins’ish, which is to say a little hyper with lots of catch-phrases, and a fair amount of shouting YES! I’d received this workshop as a gift from a friend and had decided to just show up with an open mind and see what might happen. I definitely left feeling enriched – and also a little amused with the whole show of it.
Anyway, this Sanskrit prayer was hanging in the hallway, and in a way it did the exact same job in just a minute that the workshop was doing in a whole day; reminding me to be present, and live my life well. Now.
.. and this time, it’s got the sound of a brass band.
My last real adventure was India, which was absolutely magical and ridiculously hard at the same time, just like a real adventure is supposed to be. But that was two years ago, so I’d say it’s about time to set out again. I’ve been researching and planning for the past few months, and it’s all finally coming together. In less than a month, I’ll leave this very cold country to go spend some time down south. Beignets, jazz, second lines, swamp tours, po’boys, streetcars, river boats, it’s all there just waiting for me. I’ll be there for Mardi Gras, and I can’t wait to experience that. Not the s***faced on Burbon Street version, but the real one with the Krewes parading, and the Mardi Gras Indians in their amazing suits.
And the dancing, I have a feeling I’ll be dancing for the entire six weeks there. I think I’m almost ready to step into the flow of New Orleans ♥