The end of another journey~ on the raft~ Li river~ Guilin
Today I end this journey back into the past. It has been very enlightening for me to revisit some of the places I have been to and deepen my connections to them, but I feel moved to put an end to this and move forward into something new before the 365 days end on this project. Tomorrow is a new day and with it I will start a new project.
Wishing you all a very smooth ride into the new year and all the hidden possibilities it may bring.
With the last New York post from this month, I am realizing how much of it is still in me. It has been one of the most personal months in my blog so far, so I will end it with a photo from then, from the time I was 21 and celebrating every single second I had in the city that never sleeps. We explored New York with so much openness, with inspiration, with joy, with boundless energy and that does something to you. I love photography because it captures moments that take you back, to feel, to remember to relive.
Being near the ocean can often cause a process of self reflection. It can slow one down into a state of calm allowing thoughts to float to the surface that were otherwise buried deep within. And good decision can be born of inspiration, an inspiration born out of rhythm, of repeating steps on the sand and the steady movement of waves beating on the shore…
Every night at the end of our day we are compelled to sleep. This is one law of nature no one has managed to overcome yet. And we trust; we trust that we will go into the unknown and that somehow we will be safe and we will wake up again. Our consciousness is dulled for the hours of our daily recharge and we seldom remember any of the journeys our mind takes during that time. Well we sometimes dream and that is a whole other mystery…
I write and I muse a lot about the question and fact of choice. Today, was no exception. I was looking at things from the angle of standards. We are given almost complete freedom as humans to choose how we align ourselves and what standards we set for our lives. Where do we draw that line? What in life falls below our standards? How firm are we about the line of separation of what we allow into our lives and what we deem unfitting to enter into the inner sanctum of our personal temples. In this defining line I find a safety, a protection and a promise to myself that I do respect my life that I was given. And in our ‘modern’ world today, nothing is more difficult than keeping high standards