Meet Yourself

Einstein said that time is realitive to speed. The faster you go, the slower time goes. Here is a new thought, travel is porportionate to peace. The further you go, the move places you breathe in, the more peaceful you become.

Travel changes people. I'm not talking about culture, or ideas, or new concepts which are learned along the way - simply travel. When you travel you are placed outisde of yourself, outside of predictablity, of safety, outside of everything you know about who you think you are. YOur body changes, your eyes brighten, your mind scrambles and unscrables itself. You feel yourself "alive", you don't "feel alive" - but you ACTUALLY feel yourself living, moving, existing in this world. You hear yourself talk, you feel the rythem of your heart, you smell your skin. It is as if you are the yourself have met for the very first time - you see this living being, you have never touched or talked to before.

Every trip is different, every place.. every rock, every sunset, each one changes you and changes your state of conciousness - be it ever so slightly.
And that changes everything.
(Andrew Tipton)

All the things I don't Know

I am a confident person. I know much, I study much, I think much, I write much. There are shifts though every once and again - when I'm in a new place, surrounded by words and thoughts out of my circle. My diamond of existence changes angles, the sides shift, the solid foundation that I had underneath my feet is swept away, and I find myself planted on a new facet where what I know and what I think mean absolutely nothing. Painful as it may be, it is euphoric.
To have the greatest ideas in your mind, brushed aside. To have the deepest feelings twisted. To rethink where you stand.
humilty first, then awe.
There is an incredible swell of life that boils up inside of me when I am shown how little I know, how small my view of truth. I can't contain myself, I have to learn, I have to shut the hell up and listen, I have to change.
So much I don't know - and so much to learn.
Peace

The days are priceless.

I love myself. I'm ok admitting that. I am losing insecurity, losing doubt, losing arrogance, gaining perspective. When you love yourself you are ok with loving the rest of the world.
Today is beautiful because of how short it was. Today was warm, I watched fireflys flickering, I heard birds singing to each other, I smelled fresh cut summer grass, I ran through a town without an agenda, I stretched, I watched the clouds fluff away, I drove my jeep slow, I talked to a woman, I listened to a child laugh, I jumped, I thought about time, I thought about pain, and I am not bound by either, I ducked under a tree, I danced in front of stragers, I took off my shirt, I smiled, I ran a redlight, I ate fish, I ate an apple, I read a book. And it was absolutely amazing.
The days are priceless.
I deserve nothing.
Beautiful choice.

MOAB

Desert. Pure. Desolate. Beautiful.
I spent a week camping in one of the most incredible, most intricate, rawest places in the world. Moab, UT.
I felt like I was in a different world, an alien on a distant planet - out of place. The rocks have personality, the have feelings, they are ominous, and playful. Huge boulders, gaping arches, warm sandstone - wrapped in absolute silence. There are different types of beauty. The beauty of a female form, the beauty in a sunset, the beauty of the ocean. Moab has a very particular beauty. You are in awe of the "out of place" visuals and "not quite right" placement of rocks and aged stone. Some part of you wants is irked by the twisting, manipulated rock.. but another part of you is captivated by the curves, the shadows and the absolute nakedness of the landscape.
The rocks change colors through the day. From gray and blue in the morning, to the absolute brilliant red of the afternoon, your eyes are never confident.
Every second is a mystery, every moment a feast for the senses.

Snow Covered Mountains

Sking is like breathing - you don't think, you simply move. Like part of the slope, part of the snow, you let yourself become caught in the motion of the moment - letting go of thought and hesitation.
I spent yesterday on the moutains of Telluride. I felt incredible! Totally alive and vibrant. The speed and the cold have their way with you, and you can't help but smile about being alive! :) Riding the lift up, up, up - into the clouds - like a soul entering heaven - there is absolute quite, absolute, dangerous serenity. Surrounded by unparalled beauty, we climb higher and higher until it feels we have reached the absolute top of the world. The snow falling thick, so thick that you can't see the mountains that surround you, all you see is white. I ski to the edge of the run, slide to a stop, and listen to myself breathe... in out, in out.. the rythm of being alive. Other skiers swoosh by like ghosts streaking through a foggy night. I head off down the slope; slow at first then faster.. faster, all I can see is the 10 ft in front of me, and the incredible white of the falling snow. The mountainside stretches downward in a dizzy decent of powder and ice - I am consumed by cold, and the sound of my skis against the snow. Life blurs, my surroundings blur, all that matters fades as my heart thumps in my chest.
I make it down.
Life is good.

Frozen Waterfalls

I climbed through the snow covered mountains of Telluride this morning; the pink, early sunshine was streaming across the snow - silence consumed everything. We headed up a trail out of the city, and began to follow an icy stream coming out of the mountains. I could feel every breathe, see the frost as my lungs exhaled the freezing air. Over boulders, through the forests, my boots crunching through the deep snow. There are certain places on this beautiful earth that remind me about the frailty of humanity - this was one of those places. Just like the deer and mountain lions whose tracks preceeded us - we are real animals, real human animals, just as vunerable and sensitive to the rawness of natural elements. It makes me excited inside to realize this - excited to know I am a part of this world just like them.
We found the waterfall, frozen in an icy glory that can only be described as spectacular. Life is strong and amazing.

work.. of art

I am facinated by the complexity, the emotion, and the personal creativity that artist pour into their work into their work. We slave over our imagination, we try and create something that will inspire or cause a response - we do all this, and we want it to last forever. At least I do.

I decided to try something different, much like the installation artist, Andy Goldsworthy - the point being art isn't meant to last. I wanted the effort and thought to be the point, not the work itself. This is contrary to how we run our lives, how we want to be remembered - forver. Its hard to put a lot of work into something that won't be around but for a few brief moments, a few fleeting seconds before it is gone! I am starting to think though, that the point of creating anything is mostly for the benefit of the creator. We want praise, addoration, and applause - but perhaps beyond that, deep down, our enjoyment can simply come from creating. I enjoyed every second of the hours it took to create my painting, and maybe that is all that matters.