a malleable meadow expanding under each footfall. giving space to grow into uncharted terrain. there is vibrancy in the air. pulsing with the openness of opportunity. here. i begin to walk. finding comfort in ambiguity. saunter into summer skies. spotted with clouds of intrigue. that barely fade before dawn. and provide a pastel palette. free. with which to draw-in the unforeseen.
lights of bustling landscapes quietly flare. twinkling reminders of potential adventure avenues. that course outward into darkness. await. for the right connection to form. no-rush. no need to push against temporary walls. who crumble under the flows of time. and give way to unguarded spaces. exposing the hidden magic. when the mind let’s go. and the hush of night takes over.
To explain my month’s absence, here are photographic slices of my latest journey:
I’ve been to Hel and back! Literally. Biked 35km through Hel, Poland
Stormed the largest available castle
Celebrated a beautiful union
And experienced some local flavors:
Owl sporting gypsies
Sun-splashed alley cafes
and goat fur trader.
The trip then turned from summery Eastern Europe to a water-themed Icelandic adventure. That started with sea ice
Flowed into epic rainy hikes
Gushed into rivers and waterfalls
To unnamed waterfall caves — complete with a snow/ice floor
Days of camping on crumbling cliffs
With a sample of pampering
Sulfuric hot springs
That gave rise to white-out driving
And a snorkleing moment where, through the linkage of friends, we bridged the gap between the North American and European continental shelf
No matter how many times I venture out — either solo or with new/old friends — my heart is filled. And yet left a bit thirsty. For there is always more to discover!
through the thicket. under pass. and open on to wandering’s wonders. utopia. the edge of fear and curiosity. anticipation wells over the next bend. and my core nature soars. in these silent woods there is only me. explorer. sponge soaking in the succulent landscapes. a place where i can be myself. alone and free. trekking into the falling light of discovery.
against the vast sapphire sphere flits a jackdaw. in black and green. constantly distracted by all the shiny. savory. and at times apathetic aromas of life. until whoosh. a daunting gust. and time catches up. ensnares. takes on the heavy hand of indifferent momentum. where one can be dragged into the ether. or ride the unrelenting updraft. prepared for unknown variables.
drapes can veil the surrounding world. soften. encapsulate a space. a moment. where nothing outside can penetrate. these sheers. airy material never meant to buffer more than subtle breezes. now take on the duty of deluding her thinking that no one can see. her state of distracted glowing bliss. where light finds and energizes. no matter which sill she tiptoes on.
in the future pink and leather will reign. where foreign fields beg exploring. and bodies move in snazzy sways. a time for reconnecting. with self, sky and others. to break from social orders. and accept what comes my way. a rocketwoman. eagerly donning my helmet. ready to answer the cosmo’s choral calling. and time reminds me to launch now or never.
chaos blows across the plain. miles of mixed up memories behind. ahead full of unanswerable questions. she stands ready. fearless. a faceless warrior bound for parts untold. where the landscape changes on the fly. with no time for nostalgia to catch up. the future rushes forward. rocky and exciting. she braces against the wind. a nonconformist. and takes an open road.
here is my temple. where i build a supportive structure. put in struts. and robust measures. a form free of fears. free to fly. to grow without impediment. a spring cleaning of the vehicle. that facilitates every joyful experience in this life. much needed maintenance. to make this being strong. ensuring these walls can support. withstand. and carry memories to come.
what will you do with those white walls. pristine palettes begging for disruption. a corner can’t contain a bold silk body wrap. that playfully twists. and twirls. to the whimsical rhythm of unseen orchestras. joyous. uncontrolled. fervor. where light silently stops the motion. captures the quirk of self uncontained. revealing shadows that transform into dance partners. and peek outside the sane.