2 weeks ago I went to colombia for a week. It was the first real vacation i’d had in years. Not traveling to see family, not traveling for a training, or for work in some way, but a real honest to god vacation (palm trees, beaches, relaxation and all). But of course a week of adventure, romance, and beauty was not enough. It only wet my palette for all the other places to discover, people to meet, and experiences to be had. I’ve been bitten by the travel bug before and so I am familiar with it’s itch. I have always been a bit of a wanderlust. So now I have half a mind to sell everything I own and go globe-trotting for a few months or years. But for some reason I seem to be convinced that there is work to be done in San Francisco right now. I am building something… a feel something comparable to an actual foundation hardening beneath me (something i’ve never really had), and it is a sensation that is both startling and comforting. But getting my feet back on the ground and returning to the daily grind—-teaching, striving, art studio, networking, launching a start-up business, organizing shows, keeping up with friends, and of course the never ending to-do list of mundane maintenance like emails and laundry—-it all felt so overwhelming and unnecessary. What are we all DOING??? And why can’t I keep my mellow vacation mood whilst doing the urban yogi warrior dance? Hmmm.. well, it is getting easier. With each day that passes, that pink cloud of vacation memory feels like a dream and the concrete here proclaims itself to be reality. But the cloud felt real when i was there, so what is real anyway? It seems like the “real world” everyone refers to all the time is just one version of reality, and since everyone agrees and believes in it, the solidity of its truth grows incredibly convincing… Oh, i don’t know. Its late and i’m tired. I have to wake up early tomorrow and get back at it. Or do i?
I leave you with some snap shots of a reality I briefly found in south america.