The excitement of traveling with others is to watch the way that the bend and mold to their surroundings.
You get to know a certain aspect of a person and then when you travel with them..... it is a whole new ball game!
As fun as it is too watch this it is a huge head trip! You think you know a person, then you travel with them and visit their friends and your friends and all the sudden they are no one you are used to seeing!
...But is that not the fun of traveling?
To be able to shift and mold to a new person.
Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote an essay called Self Reliance. In it he speaks about how the mind is constantly changing, shifting, and re-directing. Imagine a life that you could shift with it, freer from the binds of those you know well.
It is not like those people that you know and love and have community with mean to hold you to a certain type of person... but it happens. We call up memories of situations and we use those to judge the reactions of another person.
Then... shit.... before you know it you are defined as a certain type of person that does a certain type of thing and reacts a certain type of way. I personally love this (insert sarcasm) :) I do not love this. In fact it drives me crazy. An expectation to always be the same way. And an expectation that another person should always remain the same! Bah!
To sound like a complete hippie "why can't we just be free" man!? Free to wander and create fail and re create!
Fuck ya!
So the next time you travel with someone you love, or shit maybe you do not even like them, take a minute to observe the way that they react differently and then laugh about it!
I always think of Emerson, highly regard him, in fact as an incredible and wise man that spoke a wisdom that is hard to tap when you the standards of society are playing in your head and in your habits. If you get a chance search out the essay, especially if you are a wanderer!
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
The beginning..... or maybe it is the middle of things.....
It could seem weird to many that I have Wanderlust. I have lived in the same town for 28 years of my life; good old Fort Collins, CO. It is a beautiful town, with amazing people and community. But it is not enough for me. And ever since my first adventure to Italy I have craved the travel and spent many hours on thought of where to go next and how to make it work.
It is the addiction of the uncomfortable, if I were to be honest with you and with myself. I love to get away and wonder what, if anything will be left for me when I return. Some how it always works out. I always have a job to return to, I always have the money, I always have the home base.
My travels may not have been many... I have been to Milan, Den Haag, Amsterdam, Zhijuat (Mexico), Cancun, and quite a few places inside the states. I go places not to see new things but just to be in different space. I can change and mold into anything, I am permeable to my surroundings. I like it that way. It is like a challenge... similar to being away and hoping to have everything in place when I return... it is the excitement of whether I can blend and mold into all different communities. I watch and witness the patterns and reactions of those around me and I take it on. And I blend.
Neither of my parents are travelers. I am uncertain of where wanderlust comes from. When is it born into the soul of a human? I am 28 years old; I have no desire to settle down and commit to a single place or job, there is no ticking clock for me or dream promotion that I would be leaving behind... essentially, by most standards "have nothing to lose". But really, I does losing even exist ? Even if I did have all of these things in Fort Collins.
Side note....
Everything transitions into new dimensions constantly, like a relationship, when a break up occurs it is really just a shift from lovers to friends or lovers to strangers. There is no end to the form our lives take.
I do like to travel with people, I prefer to share the excitement of experience, rather than the internal wonderment that happens when you travel alone. I desire travel, and I desire community, and I desire the challenge.
Hear I sit in California drowning in beauty. This is the second trip in the last month; the first one being east coast; and in two more months I will be in Hawaii. I am not sure how long the CA trip will last, all details seem up in the air. And maybe that is where I really do like it. Will I return? How will I pay rent? How will I buy my ticket for Hawaii?
Well, hear is the answer that I have created: It just will work out, because it always does.
I plan to teach yoga, language, and do some modeling on my travels and wherever I may go. I will keep you posted on my observations of the world and the thrill of wanderlust!
Love!
It is the addiction of the uncomfortable, if I were to be honest with you and with myself. I love to get away and wonder what, if anything will be left for me when I return. Some how it always works out. I always have a job to return to, I always have the money, I always have the home base.
My travels may not have been many... I have been to Milan, Den Haag, Amsterdam, Zhijuat (Mexico), Cancun, and quite a few places inside the states. I go places not to see new things but just to be in different space. I can change and mold into anything, I am permeable to my surroundings. I like it that way. It is like a challenge... similar to being away and hoping to have everything in place when I return... it is the excitement of whether I can blend and mold into all different communities. I watch and witness the patterns and reactions of those around me and I take it on. And I blend.
Neither of my parents are travelers. I am uncertain of where wanderlust comes from. When is it born into the soul of a human? I am 28 years old; I have no desire to settle down and commit to a single place or job, there is no ticking clock for me or dream promotion that I would be leaving behind... essentially, by most standards "have nothing to lose". But really, I does losing even exist ? Even if I did have all of these things in Fort Collins.
Side note....
Everything transitions into new dimensions constantly, like a relationship, when a break up occurs it is really just a shift from lovers to friends or lovers to strangers. There is no end to the form our lives take.
I do like to travel with people, I prefer to share the excitement of experience, rather than the internal wonderment that happens when you travel alone. I desire travel, and I desire community, and I desire the challenge.
Hear I sit in California drowning in beauty. This is the second trip in the last month; the first one being east coast; and in two more months I will be in Hawaii. I am not sure how long the CA trip will last, all details seem up in the air. And maybe that is where I really do like it. Will I return? How will I pay rent? How will I buy my ticket for Hawaii?
Well, hear is the answer that I have created: It just will work out, because it always does.
I plan to teach yoga, language, and do some modeling on my travels and wherever I may go. I will keep you posted on my observations of the world and the thrill of wanderlust!
Love!
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