*photo of my buddies (including my songbird and fish, Mista KK!) in the Bahamas a couple years back and a pic from Elvis Porras’ last visit to California (his girlfriend took this photo at brunch – really nice lady).
So, it’s Wednesday, January 15, 2014… I haven’t posted anything in this travel section of my blog since 2010 (yikes!) when I took my big RTW trip and it’s not that I haven’t been anywhere since then, but the fact is, in-between trips I get grumpy. I don’t like to write about places I’m no longer at (unless I’m paid to do it, which is another story) because I get itchy feet and then I get the blues =(
Since my RTW update, I’ve been back to Brazil, the Bahamas and done a few road trips… but I haven’t written about them because, well, not only does it make me sad to write about trips (from Belmont Shore and not from the actual location) but because I’m really starting to realize how overdue I am for another adventure! It’s been too long! I love my work here, but oh man… my heart aches for the work (and the life!) out there!
Jose, my darling brother, emailed me from Cahuita: “Cuando vienes a Cahuita?” I never realize how much I miss it until part of my soul (my friends, which I call “chosen family”) reconnect with me and remind me how long it’s been. I promised Jose my next trip would be to Cahuita. I always travel alone and it was that first trip to Cahuita National Park (where I worked and lived with sea turtles…and Jose…for a month) is where it all started. I am who I am because of my journeys – literal and otherwise. There’s no education like travel. And I don’t mean funky travel to some hotel. I mean real travel. The travel that transforms our perceptions and experiences of reality itself.
When I am down, and I pine for the sparkling rays of sunshine that used to greet me through the palm trees in the mornings I woke up to in the rainforest, I just close my eyes and visualize the smell of the forest…the sound of the ocean just on the other side of the dirt path…the rays of sunshine that danced on my legs through the mosquito netting in the morning… and I am there. But I do not stay there long. I smile, I remember that it is in and a part of me, and I let it go. Oh how I miss that life and that peace! I let it go, because if I hold it too long, I have the urge to weep. Yes, it’s true… I cry. Being surrounded by concrete in a city is depressing enough. Opening my eyes and remembering how far away I am from the land that opened my soul…. hurts.
That is why I promised Jose my next trip would be to give him a big hug! Oh, how I miss him and the laughter we share.
I occasionally receive video calls from my sweet and handsome Osman. I will remember him forever. He saved my life. It seems like such a long time ago, but we still remember to say hello. How can I forget my hero? I don’t want to know what would have become of me if he weren’t there to drag my ass to the hospital (from the village, no less!). I was so delirious, and it’s OK because there is much that I don’t want to remember, but I’m pretty sure I threw up on him at some point… among other embarrassing things I did on Valentine’s Day 2010. I just wanted to visit Rumi (my favorite dead poet) in honor of love day in Konya, and it would have turned out great (Osman took me to the village he grew up in) if I didn’t almost die… Osman’s wonderful. He even talked me through the penicillin shots hahaha. “OK, Jenni, just tell me a story!” I didn’t tell him a story, and it didn’t distract me from the pain, but I love him for trying. I do not know if I will physically see him again, but I really hope so. He saved my life, the least I can do is continuously remind him he always has a place to stay with me here in California.
Other reminders… letters and packages from Felipe (I adore my espiritu afin!), phone calls and photos from Elvis (my favorite musician), updates from Alex (and the amazing work he is doing with grassroots activism!), my submissions to travel publications (all written in past tense), visits and travel updates from my peripatetic fellow starseed, Tait (I need to hop on that van with him and Bodhi at some point!)… they all remind me that I need to disappear for a couple weeks, lest I lose my sanity… and my soul.
These “virtual” postcards break my heart… but it’s a sign. If my soul is crying so much for travel, it’s time. It’s really time. Work is flowing better than ever and all spheres of my life are blossoming with blessings while allowing all that no longer serves me to gently fall away and die – to fertilize my foundation with experience and lessons. Nothing (no energy in any form) is ever wasted. Even waste has a purpose, no? —-But where was I? Oh yes, it is time 🙂
I’ve been dusting off my atlas, drawing lines on maps, making “must” lists, connecting with friends abroad, old contracts, new writing ideas, new dance opportunities, todo! The energy is there, I’m stir crazy enough… It’s time and I’m ready 🙂
Thank Goddess for music… It is the only reason I stay happy between trips. There’s no cure for heartbreak like music! Listening to Elvis Porras’ music makes me feel closer to him and less far away. I do have to admit, sometimes old school Caetano Veloso makes me want to weep for Bahia like nobody’s business! But it usually comforts me to know that I can access the beautiful sounds until I hop the next plane and train. Time to manifest me some good travel miles!
Oh! Perfect timing! Done with this blog and Felipe’s a-ringing me! I love that man… Little punk loves to remind me (in his own way) that we’re no longer in Bahia! ;p Aye, my Felipe…