12 October 2011

caminante




Caminante son tus huellas
El camino nada más;
caminante no hay camino
se hace camino al andar.
Al andar se hace camino
y al volver la vista atrás
se ve la senda que nunca
se ha de volver a pisar.
Caminante, no hay camino
sino estelas sobre el mar.



Autor: Antonio Machado

13 September 2011

be here. now.

as a traveler at heart, my mind is often wandering about... thinking about my next trip or seeking out the next opportunity for travel.  what i have come to realize that when i do that, i am neither here nor there and i'm not exactly sure where that place exists.   i want to practice being here, now. not tomorrow or later or yesterday, but i am here, now.  

here's some inspiration, and a little blog that talks a bit more about it. how do you practice living in the present and experiencing the now? 



08 September 2011

the magic of flying

i do not like to fly. but i am a traveler, so, its a necessary hurdle that i must get over every time i embark on a journey.  my least favorite part is take off and landing, however... it is also the most magical moment.

it is when i am slightly removed from ground level and can see life from a new perspective...  close enough to see the details and complexity of life below, although everything is seemingly harmonious, organized and intentional. and its these moments of peacefulness that i feel the magic of flight.

in this same moment is when i feel the jet engines using all their might to lift the plane higher in altitude or keep it calmly coasting downwards. the immense control and precision the planes mechanics are striving for surround me.  its this strange time when... the world i'm so used to interacting with on a daily basis, is suddenly below me, through a picture window, like a short film, the images flash between clouds and fog, the vantage point changing with every frame.  i'm engulfed by a loud humm that represents immense power and grace.

usually my heart is racing with anticipation to reach cruising altitude or feel the comfort of touching ground once again.  either way i look at it, its these moments of flying that i hate so much, but also appreciate as part of the journey.


24 August 2011

sunshine in san francisco


sometimes, every now and then... the beautiful sunshine comes out in san francisco... and makes me feel guilty for all the days i complain and bash on this amazing city with natural wonders, beauty everywhere and many wonderful things...

i love you san francisco, we just have irreconcilable differences about climate.  for those that love the constant, consistent, predictable and stable... the cool, calm and medium middle, then this is the place for you! and what a place it is...

however... those words just don't match my personality... i can be a tourist here, a visitor, a passer through, a forever lover of this place... but resident? i just... dont... think it's gonna work.

so what now?

20 August 2011

out of darkness into light

after much notification to friends, family and contacts that i have a blog, i realized i only have three entries... so here's a 4th.

today is saturday, and my 4th day of unemployment. it's a great place to be and i'm all a  buzz with making arrangements for what comes next.  on the list includes improved blog; adventure; travel; sunshine.

stay tuned for more.

23 May 2011

gringa goes glocal

the adventurous ideas and endeavors got side tracked and i somehow got sucked into san francisco. how does one survive in the urban jungle?  it definitely doesn't feel like gotham city like my last stomping ground... yet not nearly as artisticly inspiring. but who has time for art anyway? i work the 9-5 or... 8-6 or 7-9... depending...

how many days has it been since i did something totally selfish? or totally bold... completely out of line and not approved by society.  things have started to feel rather suffocating lately. i've lost my mojo or my groove... somewhere along the way something got lost.

things feel rather ordinary, uninspiring and mundane. i dont feel that i'm truly absorbing all that life has to offer...

my wanderlusting is rusting!

i've got aches and pains and emotional drains i'm bored and snored
cant seem to move forward, stuck in a rut my gut is saying uck

we're dying here.

a death that wont ever come but just oozes on towards nothing filled with much of everything and not enough of something...

but what could it be
what has to give
where is the breaking point
when will the juices flow again
how will my wings grow?

what phoenix needs to die and embers need to be born?

what gives and takes
what makes and breaks somehow forgotten and yet
always remembers the cycles that spin and take away my grin

just a dull pain without gain and just energy wasted

... in vain.

would be nice to slice myself away from this loaf of plain white and mundane
set foot on new wholegrainy terrain
regain all that was lost or that still needs to be found

i'm outbound or maybe inbound to the sound of my own heart and the beat of my steps that know the way to being lost

and found

on my own and fullfilled or emptied but just something different than this numbness and

plain
drain
insane!

how do i fly away?
and run! while i still stay...

i guess i could go
but it doesn't seem right
to always result to flight i suppose i should try stick it out
dont puss out!

stick through these times

find the purpose of this

CIRCUS

carve out MY NICHE from this ditch

get myself going
flowing... soaring...

AWAY from boring

towards colors and flutters
and jumping and dancing and living and dreaming and being!!... and vanessa-ing...

wanderlusting rusting...