A lot of times we lose ourselves on the road only to rediscover the new self that the road has helped us become.
â€śI am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.â€ť
I leave for New Orleans, LA at 5:30am.Â First by car to the bus station.Â Then a bus to the airport.Â Then to IAD then to New Orleans.
I can never really sleep before the night I embark upon another shift – another jaunt where I throw what I have over my shoulder and take to the road.Â The world is brimming with enegy, my mind dances on the edge of things and keeps me from pause.
Vagabonding is a thrilling, arduous, and exhilarating experience in the density of life.Â Having to live each moment from a place of mindfulness â€“of the self, of the world, of the lack of distinction between the twoâ€“ otherwise you fall out of place and are swept away.
The act of moving places renews my creativity. Maybe it’s the surge of endorphins from approaching the unknown or the thrill of doing what so few people are willing to or maybe I just need to be in motion through the world.
Time to move through the world again.