I had an amazing trip to the East Coast, filled with sensory stimulation on all levels. From tasting Ethopian food to smelling roses, from looking at art galore to listening to the buzz of a city street. And touching everything with either hand, foot, or tongue. The experience was rich and full. The uniqueness of the moments are what I will remember and the people, dear friends and family, that helped make those moments. I was inspired and touched and pushed and allowed to let lose and be invisible in a sea of thousands.
By the end I was ready to come home to my quiet corner of the world, full of so much stimulation and visual imagery. I have found though that with the break has come a forgetfulness of patterns that I value so much. I realize as I get older that I like routines very much, despite hating to admit it and grasping at the image of myself as a spontaneous person. They are a great comfort and provide so much sustenance to me, from writing to meditation to yoga to making art. Lethargy has been hanging over my head since my return to Jackson and the groove that I found myself in before I departed seems to have evaporated. I know that it will return, that it has to be relearned to some degree, but the situation is intriguing to me. Here I was, traveling and seeing the world, seeing other art and artists that moved me, yet part of me just wanted to stay in my routine of life at home, stay in the rhythm that I had found of getting up, taking care of me (and my dog) and then going to the studio to dive into creativity. Working towards the life that is in my dreams, is what it comes down to.
I have been disrupted, for awfully good reasons, and I am about to leave again for another week-long adventure, but there is the part of me that is already looking forward to coming home to continue carving out the path that is my future.
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