While Dorothy might have been a bit unnerved not to be in Kansas anymore…my blogging mojo has been thrown out of line by not being in a foreign country with countless cultural and environmental differences. Seattle feels so…homey. Nothing too special ’bout the good ‘ol U S of A, right?
For a good long while, that’s been my attitude and the reason why I’ve been having such a hard time finding the inspiration to continue my blogging. However, I’ve recently come face to face with a major life lesson:
There is wonder and awe to behold in every single living, breathing moment. Each moment contains enough information, enough beauty and terror to write a novel. What a concept, eh?
I recently came back from my second workshop with The Soltura Foundation and once more, I seem to be seeing the world through a fresh pair of eyes. When I returned from 5 days of an experiential personal journey, I was struck with how sad it is that people survive on the surface of things–mulling about at a low and seemingly comfortable hum. After I waved goodbye to my 5 day experience, I got off the bus in Downtown Seattle it felt as though I was inside one of those video cameras that does long exposures. People were rushing about like ants with one purpose: to rush about. But we’re humans, we’re not ants. We’ve got this great thing called free-will. We can choose to live life with such insane enthusiasm that this present moment, right now is the best fucking thing in the world! Seriously! It’s totally possible. Anybody can do it if they make up their mind to. Instead, we choose to anesthetize ourselves to the wonders that lie right in front of our faces.
Unfortunately, I had work for a few days right after my experience with Soltura but this morning I woke up with a mission: To live each moment like I was going to die in the next 15 minutes.
So I went to the ocean, collected sea glass and wrote poetry. (Of course).
Let me just tell you, it’s incredible how your world comes into technicolor when you allow yourself to be observant of your surroundings–watching that man on the bus twiddle his thumbs…he’s got a wedding ring, is he thinking of his wife?
An overturned beetle on the sidewalk…choosing to kneel down and try to help it or if it is truly dying, placing it gently on the grass to rest peacefully…
Today I went to Carkeek Park–a naturally preserved park just North of Seattle. I took some pictures and notices some things, so here you are:
The sun shining through a single strand of grass….
A tiny white flower, completely open to the world.
The sun shining through the miraculous workings of a spiderweb
The remnants of a massive old tree–a memorial to ancient days.
The countless shades of green that occur when sunlight meets the leaves of a tree
New tree sprouts protruding from the skeleton of an ancient cedar.
Wild raspberries and blackberries (need I say more)? Oh yeah, they were delish…
A shrine of feathers, flowers and twigs to who knows what.
Oh. My. God…the ocean. That’s all I have to say.
A small collection of sea glass (one of my favorite things in this world)
I wrote a little ditty just because it felt right. I’m not a poet, I’m do not pretend to be particularly skilled with the English language but sometimes, you’ve got to write, you know? So here you are, words fresh from the seaside:
summer feels like peaches–
the fleshy sun dribbling
all over my skin.
I get caught in moments
and pretend that my watch
because the only ticking I
know is the white of waves
and how they breathe.
summer tastes like salt–
an exfoliant on my tongue
who has forgotten the taste of fresh.
summer looks like blue–
a reflection that calls to
deeper waters so that I remember the way.
summer is the cold that I never loved in winter.
I’ve got the rest of my life to live and by golly, when I’ve got time off of work, I’m going to take advantage of it. So yeah, this blog isn’t going to be what it was in London…all cutesy and stuff. It’s going to be real and a way for me to remind myself of what is true and necessary in life. So forgive me if my words sound hackneyed but there is a difference between reading something and going out there and experiencing it. So yeah, people do say cheesy shit like “this moment is a gift, that’s why they call in the present” but if there is something that I’ve noticed about cliches, it’s that they are true. Because the best things in life are hard to put into words and I think there’s a reason for that. It’s because you’re meant to live them rather than read about them. Each moment is a blank page in front of your face…it’s up to you to write its meaning…