road trip to the south

I recently went on a road trip with a friend to a little place in the South by the river.

It was an amazing exercise in adjustment as plans changed from moment to moment.

The gifts of the trip were all the little surprises that showed up within each change.

I enjoyed my own private room in a family home that was run by two amazing hosts. I shot a 12 gauge shot gun and felt like the new Daisy Duke, and I met a man that made more of an impression on me in 2 hours than any one man has in a while.

When the weekend was over, I had new insights, new feelings, new connections and a new perspective about 'going with the flow'. I loved the stretching that came with not understanding anything that was going on, and yet seeing how it all linked together once I let go and enjoyed each moment for what it was. I understood better that judgement is so easy and acceptance so challenging when you are accustomed to seeing life's situations from your mind instead of your heart.

Following your heart in each moment while you continue to observe yourself through your thoughts can feel diametric!

I wondered this past week how you can feel so right about something in the moment and then as this thing called 'time' takes you farther away from it, it morphs into a creation of a whole new kind. The kiss of destiny becomes playtime, the connection between two people becomes soulful, the resistance of a new adventure becomes all empowering.

In other words, 'Ya Just Nevva Evva Know'! I love seeing how I can pull myself around 180 degrees by just saying "Captain, my captain" and standing on a chair. That suddenly making crepes with apples and maple sauce and twirling a saucepan can resonate somewhere deep inside where you weren't familiar with before. Singing soft jazz songs in one's ear can feel like coming home and a strong embrace like melting into anothers skin.

And then you let go and trust it's all right on track when you get off the twirling swing and find yourself dizzy and disoriented; unsure of where you really are so all you can do is sit down and hope everything will settle into familiarity soon.

The cycle continues, re-creating the same dizzy moments and you start to feel that the ride just isn't as much fun as the 100 times you took it before. The illusion of flying is gone and you are rooted firmly back in the ground of reality that dictates what is true and what was just twirling on a swing for a moment.

The question then is: Why would one EVER want to get back on the swing? What pulls us to go around again when we must know that there may, and probably will be, disorientation and confusion when you get off again?

Until later,
PC