Here. Now.
The fifth flight in three weeks. While delighted by the sky miles, she is left depleted. Its exhaustion while craving rest. Drive and execution while craving comfort. A lonely blank canvas craving a creative spark. She’s left empty.
In the empty, she turns to the pen. Maybe by some divine intervention the words will return. Imagery will ignite. An adventure buried deep in the corners of her toppled brain will surface….
Maybe in the dead of winter, she boards another plane. A long luxurious 15 hour laydown flight to Nairobi. She can already sense the dry heat and endless sun penetrating her soul. The only rigorous piece of the journey is navigating to the destination. But maybe this time even that is completely flawless.
Yes. In this world, she is floating, weightless, in the clouds, hand in hand, Capturing every instance of the experience. Now what…
It is the surreal sunsets, the lush waves of waist high grass, the animals in tune with the elements. While man has seemingly lost the ability to connect with the spiritual essence all around, maybe she finds it here. Here, where there is still quiet and peace but silence is lost.
Magnetic vibrations from the earth and the ecosystem, and… and… and…
She pulses with the life she is surrounded by. Returning to ancestral roots, she is alive.
Exhaustion is eliminated from vocabulary all together. There is only being. Observing, listening, enjoying, wondering, exploring, -ing….-ing,...-ing
All else in the material world dissolves.There is no need for a watch, no need for electricity, no need to connect, no need for creature comforts. They fall short here. Useless in contrast to all that is available within her. (She probably still needs bug spray but that's besides the point)
Then, what is this life without one to share it with? He laughs alongside her, records every moment, and focuses her attention to the baby elephants in the distance. He is her home away from home. He is her home even at home.
Maybe she's coming back to life a little more now. Maybe the tears and the worry and the “I must be forgetting something” all begin to melt away. But how does she find herself in the magic everyday? How does she make the 9-5 (rather 8-6) an adventure too?
Therein lies the mission: Eliminate the urge to escape.
Pursue the beauty and love and excitement present in every waking moment.
Here. Now.
Ready. Set. Go.
