Argentina on Motorcycles

Journal thoughts -  revelations on discomfort, definition and a malleable identity.  

  I am planning a motorcycle trip through Argentina.  I want to find an old motorcycle in Buenos Aries, and ride it down through the valleys of Patagonia.   Traverse the outer reaches of South American civilization, mountains and obscurity.    Taking a small backpack, a sturdy camera, and leather journal.     A trip that is not refined or rooted in certainty..   driven simply by the clarity of the heart.  Open-ended.     I don't want to rely on comfort, I don't want to rely on safety.    I want to be pressed into a different shape.   I want to expose new identities of myself  - sheering back the definition and the idea of me.   Not a new version of myself..  but a larger version.  

I believe that experiences that cause us to be uncertain..  that challenge us,  that are neither easy nor inviting..   these are the sort of adventures we should be participating in.     Every time I encounter a adventure that is beyond my scope and my comfort level...  I move into an identity that I did not previously comprehend or know.   I am larger.    My mind, my heart and my self take up more space.  

I believe we are constantly either assigning ourselves a singular new identity,  or defending the identity that we have built for ourselves.    I see very few people who are clear and confident being "identity-less"  -   not to say that they do not know themselves..   but in the way that they have not grafted themselves into a specific identity.    

 I believe It is the routine of our self-driven identity that chokes us out.  

It is the obedience to our own monument that restricts our "becoming".

We are whatever we've decided that we are.   We fit the role,  we obey the context of that description.

And that description often leaves no room for another identity.  

When we uphold our own identity..   we no longer have to be uncomfortable,  we no longer are pressed and molded by ideas or struggles that we perceive as needless or contrary to our identity.    When we say, "here I am" -  "this is my identity"..  we take ourselves out of the vast, wild, bewilderment of becoming great.    We stop learning and start "describing" ourselves in regards to who we believe we should be.

But I believe these struggles... the ones that have no context in the description of our self,    those are the ones that will benefit us the most.      

Continual relearning...  undermining that response to cling and become a thing... an idea..  a particular persona.    Someone we can affirm - someone that our external world can affirm.   

Take adventures to places that frighten your identity.  

  Literally, metaphorically, emotionally.    

Do it.   

Andrew Tipton

The Clarity of Motion

Travel and adventure dissolves the habit of a scripted vision for life
When you are awake,  in awe, uncomfortable, challenged..  the plot and direction of your story becomes stretched, unthreaded, and permeable.    You realize that every destination, every town, every mountain, has its own identity - and we become those identities if we stay.

I believe that remaining in one place,  no matter our intentions or desire for greatness...  begins to erode our clarity and objective reflection.   Motion is essential for determining, re-examining, and reclaiming our purpose.  

Motion gives us an impressive and vast perspective..  our choices, our conclusions..   they are not refined or fixed on the open road...  you have a sense that all is near and all is fathomable.     

Motion is the author of perpetual conviction.  

It is the compass of the soul. 

Andrew Tipton

A Physical Kiss is Nothing Without It.

Let yourself feel the world that is already consuming you.
There is no escape from this existence.  This is the way, this is the full experience - do no be afraid of what is offered - the universe conspired to offer this to you, it created the emotion, it created affection and the feeling of sovereignty.
Why would you be afraid of this?   Why would you fear the endless open, bad-assness of this?
We are born with a cock... with a thrust.. with an eruption..  with the urge to take over to dominate / decimate the people around us, and we are often so timid of this urge.
Why?    Why do we fear our abilities?   We are made of the most glorious elements - human elements.    There is animal - and there is human.  transcendence - I realized today, that there is a complete lack of concern for the ordinary skills of men.  Seriously!   Women are neither impressed nor intrigued by the ordinary rules of maintenance or creation.   They feel this way, because they know!   They know... Heather knows...  that there is so much greatness buried inside, and ordinary actions do not drive her.  They do not bring her alive.    They will not suffice.
Women, the female vision and experience should be a compass for our actions, a reference for the quality of our behavior.   We should not be proud of ordinary actions, we should not offer ordinary action for love!!!    Ordinary action is worthless in love.    The feminine heart seeks, "awe" to be held in a state of bewilderment and revelation.    What a way to see the world!   What a quality to expect from your lover!    
We must persist.   Call attention to the deep and magical abilities that abide beneath our surface.  Be relentless.     Do what needs to be done...  do the chores and duties of manhood..  conquer the ordinary and straightforward..   but do not linger there.   Do not offer ordinary accomplishments to women...  do not offer ordinariness to love!     Love expects more, love requires more to be fulfilled!!
And do not fear!   Do not be afraid of reaching out beyond these ordinary things...  into the depths of what you can be.   There is greatness there.   Listen to me... its there... inexhaustible and fierce.
Do not fear.
act, be unpredictable, brave and consuming.  
Obey your sovereignty.
Let yourself feel the world that is already consuming you.   Inhale it.. without courtesy or pleasantry.. and exhale the same.
I say again,
Obey your sovereignty.





Andrew Tipton