Blogs from Bainbridge Island, Washington, United States, North America - page 3

Travel, and the immersion into its inner experience, begets more and more—and more—travel. It’s not an addiction. Nor is it a habit of escapism. It is a transformation of lifestyles. True travel is a place of opening your self to the processes of inner journeying. It is a lying down of the arms of ordinary life and undertaking a new style wholly involving oneself and the world abroad. Absolute travel is a return to recognition of who you are, where you came from and where you’re going within the mass of global evolution. Number One…Or Number Two? You’re at home. Priorities, concerns, handling of money and dealing with the collection of physical accoutrements are placed before you. You observe life, you fall into it, and then the choice presents itself. Inside, you feel a desire to ... read more

Put a smile on my face. I'm home, I have a job. I have family and friends within my life, there when needed, when lonely or drained, when sucked like a Pixie Stick of all the juices that would otherwise bring a sweet flavor to life. And then the memories, the floods and torrents of the moments in the past that brought me to where I am today. I know I haven't lost them, or slipped on that large, wild banana peel placed before me by the callings of everyday life. I am here, present, but distant in thoughts where I see the future lilting in the dreams I once yearned for. I am here, yet I am not, mesmerized by the smiles and the laughs, the strange enriched situations where the others and I are ... read more

I'm at home, comfortable, within the western world; the western United States to be precise. A fire cackles. Spring clouds approach like sticky glue from a southern horizon, one dappled with the silhouettes of pines. Beside me; a dog on the left and two books to the right. One is by the Dalai Lama entitled An Open Heart and the other a book of poetry by Rumi. In the background, the hum of a fully automated heater adds choir to a Johann Sebastian Bach suite (Mass in B minor), emitted from a speaker recessed in the ceiling. My belly is full with an array of proteins and vegetables and my body clean from a hot shower. Two hours prior I got off work, leaving with a full pocket of tips: one hundred twenty dollars in five ... read more