Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts

Thursday, September 16, 2010

with day comes night

I havent felt like I've had anything great to write lately, but with encouraging words from some loved ones, I've decided to post some words that have been floating in my head lately.

I have been waiting for inspiration to hit me like a bolt of lighting. This whole time travelling I have felt like I have been standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting to take the dive into some great truth. I had this niave idea that inspiration would come to me in a magestic and great form; not in the way of a banged up knee, stolen belongings, lonely nights, being stranded on the side of a road, or climbing a route that made me about pee my pants. I knew this trip would offer me many lessons to learn, and maybe hints of inspiration, but none have turned out the way I thought.

First lesson learned: dont wait. Dont wait for anything, especially inspiration. Get on that scooter, jump on the bus, travel down that dirt road, jump off that cliff into the deep blue sea...walk up and talk to that person. Order that item on the menu that you have no idea what it is. Hike up that intimadating mountain and go for the harder climb. Just keep walking, keep your eyes and heart open.

Sometimes you will get caught in the rain and have to hike out alone. Sometimes you will go for it, and then fall. But thats okay, that's part of taking a risk and reaching outside your comfort circle for inspiration; for that taste of sweetness that comes with living!

It seems the best lessons offered and inspiring moments during travelling are in the subtle things. The flowers and baby goats I walk by on the road, the feeling of salt water drying on my skin, the taste of oven baked feta. Its been the colors of the ocean I cant describe, the little shells I see sparkle on the ocean floor, that swim that lasted for hours allowing my thoughts and dreams to drift away with the swells. I have found strength in my courage to talk to people and reach out to make new friends. I have grown in trusting my instinct and believeing in my abillites. Finding kindness and love from a little old greek lady that brings me fruit or soup to eat everyday. Inspiration in watching others climb smoothly. Inspiration in seeing other people find happiness throughout the day. And having the blessed opportunity to step into other people's worlds and see how they live.

Sometimes the greatest inspiration comes from acts that takes practice and demand lots of sweat and maybe tears. With years spent working on a project or a skill, the hard work to gain "perfection" or that "one goal" gains clarity and comes into focus. "Like swimming laps, painting, or climbing, in the beginning the direction may be difficult and unclear, but after hours, days, and years of practice it becomes a habit and a form of living richly, finding happiness, and just in that, is what is truly inspiring" (MM).

By continuing with a project or goal, accepting the hardships and dull days along the way but not allowing those to fualter our steps, we improve our being tremendously. The following is a quote from a book that I am reading. I think the author states this very clearly:

"Life is difficult. Once we fully accept difficulty as natural and normal, we cease to be offended or daunted when we encounter a struggle or a test.  We can embrace these tests as opportunities. Difficult experiences are the way we learn, and they also are the way we can appreciate ease. We understand brightness by its contrast to dimness, happiness by its relationship to sadness. By embracing this duality of experience, we allow ourselves to find peace within our difficulities rather than wasting our power on trying to escape them. We shift to a position of power by focusing on seeds of opportunity within difficulty and staying curious, by exploring reality instead of avoiding it" (Arno Ilgner).




Tuesday, July 13, 2010

A Week with the Knights of Malta

A month after graduating from UCSB I packed my bag-- and then bought a plane ticket and got on a plane headed for Wales, with a quick stop on the way in NYC to see an old friend. In between that chaotic rush of trying to get organized for this trip, enjoying my last summer days in Santa Barbara, an email I sent back in May finally followed up with a reply: they wanted me as a volunteer.

So here I am. Wednesday night sitting in a little internet cafe surrounded by new friends, out in the middle of the Pembrokeshire country side, with the rain softly drifting down outside.

A week ago I left Santa Barbara for a trip, pitifully half-assed and weakly planned, awkwardly jumped into, leaving me feeling right before getting on the plane, hesitant and worried, with the ache of regret shivering down my spine.

What I didn't expect was how quickly I was able to separate the travel anxieties and worries from hindering me to live in the present. Maybe my past (not so comforable) trips to Panama, Honduras and Bolivia have gotten me used to it. But also thanks to a good friend who I always have a blast with, my worries quickly floated away, and I jumped into what was actually going on. The two days in NYC left me feeling like I had partied for a week straight, accompianied by rich food, strong drinks and lots of laughter to keep my head, liver and tummy sore for days. But it was worth it, and I got to make up my sleep on the flight over to London. Thank you Caitlin for wrapping me up in your NYC life...until next time!


The past four days I have been working as a volunteer at the 27th Order of Malta International Holiday Camp in Great Britain. There are over four hundred campers and volunteers this summer, coming from 20 countries. Only 5 of us make up the American team, where all the other groups are here in the 20s. The American team is the smallest, as it has been for the past few years. But that doesnt affect how we are quickly engulfed by the veteran campers who radiate energy and happiness that shows how much they simply enjoy being here. For those of you that don't know, the Order of Malta is...wikipedia it. Just kidding...here's a little info on it:

Since the 11th century, the Order of Malta has cared for the sick, the needy and refugees, with total impartiality. The Order has sovereign status which puts it in a unique position to carry out humanitarian work effectively. It has permanent observer status at the UN and other international forums and diplomatic relations with over 100 countries, and can respond immediately to disasters worldwide. Currently the Order of Malta has 13,000 members and 59 organisations worldwide.


Its hard to explain with words what experiencing these past 4 days has been like. Its been a wave of new emotional, mindful, and spiritual experiences constantly; I am exhuasted. I've had to fight back the tears more times that I can count...everyone here leaves me in awe of their kindness and happiness to be alive no matter their circumstance. And the other helpers, who are always watching over their guests that are severely physically disabled and handicapped, leave me in awe just the same. It literally has shocked me. I dont know how else to describe it.

Something is moving me, and its not exactly the common Christian principles among us all, but just being around everyone here and the joy they share with all those they meet or pass by showing their big smiles.

Every moment I am around everyone I feel it changing my perspective of how I see people's real capability to live. And to live fully.

Here is a quick video of what one of our days at camp have been like.


IHC2010 Great Britain Tuesday from ihc2010 on Vimeo.