Yesterday I mentioned wanting to discover new places, explore, reach out into the world and find adventure.
Yesterday, I also spent a lovely 6 hours in my studio, a small 10 x 12 foot space making art, cleaning and sorting. . . . and it was so nice.
Sometimes, the space we are looking for is right under our noses. I often use books and movies to go places, and this is sure a lot cheaper and easier than booking a plane ticket and a hotel.
The mind has infinite possibility to explore, and I know I am not limited, even if I can't up and go.
My brother is planning a trip to Thailand and he asked for some help finding hotels, something I love to do -- trowel the internet for secret affordable funky places. There are amazing resources right now with this connected world we live in, I love the couchsurfing website for asking locals travel questions, and lonely planet has a really awesome forum where members post their findings. The irony is that you sort of hope that the secret places stay secret long enough for them not to get overrun before YOU go there. . . . as the world becomes more connected, the fear is that we lose our diversity, but I find just the opposite -- that all our individual quirkiness seems to have a place to be acknowledged and celebrated.
and the landscape of the mind can also be explored and communicated, which is what my journal does for me - the journal page today:
"Through the years, a man peoples space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, tools, stars, horses, and people. Shortly before his death, he discovers that the patient labyrinth of lines traces the image of his own face." --Jorge Luis Borges