Wow. What a long strange trip it has been, as the Grateful Dead said. I actually have been up and writing for a month or so now, but I haven’t been able to log into my account here. Magically, I tried again a moment ago, using the same password I had previously tried, and this time, it worked. Whaddya know!?
I have been craving an update like you would not believe! Firstly, during my absence, my blog turned ONE YEARS OLD! Wahoo! I would come down on myself more for not maintaining a constant presence on here, and not having more followers, but I can’t very well blame myself for being the victim of an accident, and recovering from surgery. The ONE YEAR mark for the accident has passed as well. Believe me, that day was well remembered through a celebration of life party amongst the friends who have supported me through all my challenges. But, I do apologize to my readers for the silence, and hope that you will continue to be interested in my blog.
In the past month, I have been fortunate to travel to multiple destinations. I traveled to Mexico (where I celebrated my birthday!), the U.S. and British Virgin Islands (which had served as my light and dream at the end of the dark tunnel of pain post-accident), and took a short jaunt to Mammoth Lakes and Yosemite, CA.
My travel pieces have all been written, so that I could take part in Camp NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) in July, which means my readers can look forward to consistent posts! Each piece has a different tone. Some are more geared towards a hotel or destination review, some are more lifestyle pieces, and some have a more narrative flow to them.
I hope you enjoy the journey as much as I have. I am so grateful to be alive, and to have the continued opportunity to create, love and explore!
(The closest thing you will get to a picture “of” me. Yosemite, Summer, 2014).
I awoke feeling incredibly repressed and bottled up. My chest was tight, and I had the feeling that I needed to let go in order to take on the world, but I found every reason to not get out of bed. I had to check my phone, or read some chapters in my book, or think about what I had to get done without actually doing it. Then the sun began to fade, and through the skylight I could see an encroaching gray. I had read that July is the rainiest month in Paris, but so far, I enjoyed over two weeks of sun.
I allowed my nights to blend into my days, and going to bed at four or five in the morning wasn’t a problem because I could just get up and start my day at noon, enjoy a cafe with my cousin or a friend, and then enjoy the occasional bar or a glass of wine at my apartment while writing in the stillness of the night. Most people, then, would probably be disappointed to wake up and find the gray, and feel they lost their day. However, it is as if the world felt the same urgent need to acquiesce. There is a beauty in the act of letting go. It is cathartic. I feel like I am crying with the earth, but it a pure moment of clarity. I feel cleansed by the rain. I came to terms with the fact that somehow I have fallen for this place, or this time in my life, and I am terrified to have it end.
But for now, like the Earth and the rain, I am going to let go. Today is the day I am going to explore Paris in the rain and see how the locals deal with weather. I might even get on a bike here for the first time. Playing in the rain makes me feel alive. I’m like the birds in the trees singing through the rain.
I just had a de ja vu while proofreading this piece. I know I’m in the right place.