Well after all the re-unionizing and partying and flying and adventuring my cold has finally caught up with me. I spent all day traveling from Toronto to DC then to Denver. Today included maneuvering customs, a ferry, taxis, flights, an incredibly long layover, storms and delays, all while being sick as a dog. I made it. Just barely.
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Jul 16, 2015
7.12.15
Now I'm off to another reunion. My annual yoga roommate reunion with my yoga roomie, Scorpio besty, love, foreva Lauren! Jax is missing this one due to living in Costa Rica now. This years event took place in Toronto.
7.10.15
I love the house we are staying at. It is full of interesting Asian furniture and fabrics and stuffed with books that are intriguing and intimidating. I'm getting inspired by the lives lived by the people I'm meeting. A few years ago I could never have imagined living in Islamabad after 9/11. I could only glimpse working with populations in Africa and elsewhere to research family planning and it's challenges. I never even thought about what it might be like to grow up part of the Nepalese royal family. Now I have faces for these stories. Not only are they wild adventures - they are real lives, lived by real people. People I now know! I am leaving here with about 30 more books on my to-read list and 100's of ideas for the future bursting out of my brains.
7.9.15
dc day 1
We've come to Washington for Russ's high school reunion. Since the high school was an international school in New Dehli, India it obviously wasn't held there. Rather it takes place in our nations capital and people come from all over the world to attend. It is a school wide event, encompassing all years rather than the traditional graduating class reunion like we have here in the states.
I didn't like high school very much and I've never attended my own reunions. But AES, Russ's school, and it's students seem to be very different. Having grown up as third culture kids; an isolated bubble in a foreign culture, they've formed their own culture and are more like a family than anything else. So for the past year Russ has been telling me how important it is to him for me to attend and meet so many of the people closest to him in one spot.
So here we are at last. Many people to meet and functions to attend. I have a cold. But it will not stop me.
Mar 24, 2015
3.11.15
la cumbre peak
leave it to the colorado girl to go to california and climb two mountains before even going to the beach.
Mar 22, 2015
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Nov 25, 2013
11.21.13
i've had this concept of time in my mind for a while, hard to explain, even to myself. but i'll give it a go....
instead of viewing life as a road, where cause and effect change your direction and lead to different branches of the path, i view it more like a giant tapestry; each life being one single thread and the whole thing being much too large to view at once.
in the path analogy outside forces and your decisions dictate your journey through life. you're laying it down as you go. in the tapestry analogy it's already woven. there might be a bit of stretch and give, some threads may fray or break, but the whole thing is already created, existing simultaneously. i guess it could go along with the belief in predetermined destiny to some extent. but in my mind i always thought of it more as preexisting destiny. i haven't pondered this idea in a really long time - been too busy living and worrying more than i should. then i came across this quote this morning. and i was like, 'yeah einstein. nailed it.' i'll be looking into this theory more.
"time is not at all what it seems. it does not flow only in only one direction, and the future exists simultaneously with the past."
-mr. einstein
instead of viewing life as a road, where cause and effect change your direction and lead to different branches of the path, i view it more like a giant tapestry; each life being one single thread and the whole thing being much too large to view at once.
in the path analogy outside forces and your decisions dictate your journey through life. you're laying it down as you go. in the tapestry analogy it's already woven. there might be a bit of stretch and give, some threads may fray or break, but the whole thing is already created, existing simultaneously. i guess it could go along with the belief in predetermined destiny to some extent. but in my mind i always thought of it more as preexisting destiny. i haven't pondered this idea in a really long time - been too busy living and worrying more than i should. then i came across this quote this morning. and i was like, 'yeah einstein. nailed it.' i'll be looking into this theory more.
"time is not at all what it seems. it does not flow only in only one direction, and the future exists simultaneously with the past."
-mr. einstein
Nov 24, 2013
Oct 30, 2013
10.27.13
to all the travelers:
"i do know something about wanderlust. the giddiness that sets in when the bags are loaded in the van, or the bus, or the car, and off we go; bumping through the 3am darkness of a third world country. driving through fog and sometimes rain, with the AC blasting a little too cold. trying not to roll off the seat with every hard corner, trying to sleep before the lines, the lights, the logistics of the airport.
hauling heavy suitcases, shouldering over-packed backpacks, or the occasional relief of a carry-on only trip. the annoyance and efficiency or sometimes inefficiency of removing your shoes, your belt, your clothes, your laptop. waiting to be passed through or searched or scanned or rescanned.
i know the comfort of standing on the moving sidewalk, or sometimes the panic of running, shuttling through glass and steel, crowds or empty corridors. waiting in uncomfortable chairs or lying on the floor, watching the clouds brighten in the light of dawn. watching the sun come up or go down over the tarmac. feeling that moment of stillness - always the same at every gate in any country.
i am at home in the anticipation of the walk from the gate; the tunnel to the seats in the craft. the craft. the craft. the craft! the strangers. the family. the lovers. the stewardesses; the cheery greeting, the forced eye contact, the stale air, the faltering path into the belly of it. the hoping for a window seat, and hopefully the free cocktails, the empty row.
and then that moment, we all know that moment. we're airborn, we're lifting, we're throttling through sky, we're raising, rising, looking down, banking, ascending, turning, correcting, yawning, ears popping and thrilling. it's thrilling. it's finally happening, the leaving, the going, the fleeing, the flying. we're flying. we're flying!
smooth or sometimes bumpy, exhausting, relaxing, productive, unconscious, sometimes glorious, sometimes grueling. well-acquainted with the exquisite boredom and impatient anticipation of a long flight. well acquainted with the terror of turbulence, the blessing of an interesting seatmate, the relief of a xanax somewhere over the pacific. cannot imagine living without the views. the views from above. the fields of clouds, and fields of crops. the structure of cities, the sprawl of suburbs, the mountains, the snaking rivers, the flash of lakes, the magnificent millions of marvels in moisture and light and shadow.
the whole world from a window seat.
there is no happiness like the happiness of descent, no moment i love more. we're here! we made it! the wheeling, the return, the jolt of the tires, the roar, the breaks, the wait for the doors. another aiport, another flight, or sometimes a baggage carousel, a car, a reunion, a taxi, a crowd, chaos, calm, near, far, foreign, domestic, home is not at the beginning or the end.
home is in the air, in the airport, in the coming and going. the bad coffee. the people watching. the hope and excitement of transit. home is in the journey."
written by me, somewhere over the gulf of mexico.
"i do know something about wanderlust. the giddiness that sets in when the bags are loaded in the van, or the bus, or the car, and off we go; bumping through the 3am darkness of a third world country. driving through fog and sometimes rain, with the AC blasting a little too cold. trying not to roll off the seat with every hard corner, trying to sleep before the lines, the lights, the logistics of the airport.
hauling heavy suitcases, shouldering over-packed backpacks, or the occasional relief of a carry-on only trip. the annoyance and efficiency or sometimes inefficiency of removing your shoes, your belt, your clothes, your laptop. waiting to be passed through or searched or scanned or rescanned.
i know the comfort of standing on the moving sidewalk, or sometimes the panic of running, shuttling through glass and steel, crowds or empty corridors. waiting in uncomfortable chairs or lying on the floor, watching the clouds brighten in the light of dawn. watching the sun come up or go down over the tarmac. feeling that moment of stillness - always the same at every gate in any country.
i am at home in the anticipation of the walk from the gate; the tunnel to the seats in the craft. the craft. the craft. the craft! the strangers. the family. the lovers. the stewardesses; the cheery greeting, the forced eye contact, the stale air, the faltering path into the belly of it. the hoping for a window seat, and hopefully the free cocktails, the empty row.
and then that moment, we all know that moment. we're airborn, we're lifting, we're throttling through sky, we're raising, rising, looking down, banking, ascending, turning, correcting, yawning, ears popping and thrilling. it's thrilling. it's finally happening, the leaving, the going, the fleeing, the flying. we're flying. we're flying!
smooth or sometimes bumpy, exhausting, relaxing, productive, unconscious, sometimes glorious, sometimes grueling. well-acquainted with the exquisite boredom and impatient anticipation of a long flight. well acquainted with the terror of turbulence, the blessing of an interesting seatmate, the relief of a xanax somewhere over the pacific. cannot imagine living without the views. the views from above. the fields of clouds, and fields of crops. the structure of cities, the sprawl of suburbs, the mountains, the snaking rivers, the flash of lakes, the magnificent millions of marvels in moisture and light and shadow.
the whole world from a window seat.
there is no happiness like the happiness of descent, no moment i love more. we're here! we made it! the wheeling, the return, the jolt of the tires, the roar, the breaks, the wait for the doors. another aiport, another flight, or sometimes a baggage carousel, a car, a reunion, a taxi, a crowd, chaos, calm, near, far, foreign, domestic, home is not at the beginning or the end.
home is in the air, in the airport, in the coming and going. the bad coffee. the people watching. the hope and excitement of transit. home is in the journey."
written by me, somewhere over the gulf of mexico.
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