Monday, April 30, 2012

The mountains, they surround me...


Courtesy of Greg. MAN oh man, I will never understand how ANYONE can come HERE and see THIS and it will not make them question everything they have ever believed about the world and their role in it. This is so much bigger than anything I had ever encountered before. It turns so many beliefs and understandings on their toes. How do you possibly walk away without somehow incorporating this into your world view and reinventing your world philosophy to include things like THIS?!

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Funny things that make me realize I don't know who I am at all

Such as realizing that just maybe, diving > climbing and pilates > yoga.

WHAT?!

I have been on this spirituality kick (very loosely defined) for a couple of years now, and I have been trying to figure out what it is about coming back from my trip that has made me realistic about the lack of real progress or success that I have been making.

I think that I expected to go to the east and find that most people's daily lives are filled with some higher realization of a spiritual presence. I felt it so much when I was in the mountains - my entire existence as committed to memory through my journal entries was so rich with meaning and the quest for more meaning. And while the religions in the east may be more attractive to agnostic idealistic westerners, they are, at their core, just other examples of religions.

So it follows that religion plays a similar role in people's lives, albeit a somewhat more inflated role than it plays in my family life, but when people are not involved with a religious activity, they just go about their life. There is still something about the MOUNTAINS that is so powerful and incredible and evolutionary natural and nourishing and a comforting majestic presence, and I just happen to interpret that as sensing a greater being. To me, that is real. If nobody else knows about something but it is real to you, that does not undermine your perception of it. Anyway, the pristine environment got me to start meditating for a few months, which was amazing and really rewarding - but once I was back in the "bustle" of things, it became more stressful to make time to find a peaceful place for meditating than to continue with it. I know that I will get back into it once I have a set routine, but I am taking a break for now - it's pointless and ironic to even try when meditation makes you stressed out just thinking about it.

Also, my mom pointed out that I had so much more TIME - was this time available because I had less responsibilities and more people doing stuff for me, or because I didn't have a pesky computer to eat away at hours of daylight? Maybe the computer is a nice distraction from the fact that I am taken from a place of so much human interaction to a place of minimal human interaction, isolation, machines everywhere. You pretty much only interact with machines when you are out and about, so you continue to turn to machines when you are home and feel lonely. Everyone is in a car on the road - no horses, bikes, people pushing carts along, people stopping to chat. This is slightly different in a city, but even there, everyone is so BUSY. Also, when I'm not a tourist, I am much less visible, and the fact that "OH HEY I STICK OUT LIKE A SORE THUMB" is suddenly removed from validity and cannot retain its convenient place as an ice-breaker to start a conversation with anyone, anywhere.

Not that much of an ice breaker is needed to start conversations in some places in Asia. Places like public buses in Nepal are so tightly packed that you can't help but become best friends with the person you are sitting next to - and it's part of the CULTURE! I would see people get on the bus and talk like they were old friends, then I would be shocked to realize they just met and were chatting each other up.

Yes, that happens to some extent in the states. But everybody is so BUSY and so into their machines, so into their iwhatever's and what they are doing and not being late and using the most efficient methods to get things done. (Not that I am not totally like that.) I just wish that people could realize that they all have that in common and use it as a bonding experience, not as something that isolates them and makes them frustrated.

Anyway, pilates is kind of sort of actually better than yoga. As for diving and climbing - well, that is to be determined.

Suparatri :)

Saturday, April 14, 2012

What is it about being in an allegedly first world country that makes cold showers feel so much colder?
The hot water heater in my bathroom decided that its services weren't really necessary anymore, and being a creature of habit, I have been refusing to use the upstairs bathroom - so I have been showering at people's houses and the gym or subjecting myself to 8-10 minutes of shivering per day.

With the way my body is now officially destroyed, the cold water actually feels kind of nice. How is it destroyed, you ask me?
-Shoulder I sprained two weeks ago yet continued doing stuff with
-Triple length ab session in June's yoga class on Friday
-My makeout sesh with the cement when I ate it trying to learn to longboard on Friday afternoon - thank goodness for helmets!
-Beer...
-Lead climbing at Go Vertical today

Yeah. Bruised my knee and elbow, scraped up my stomach, and got a temporary bump on my forehead yesterday mid afternoon. Entirely my fault and there are many ways it could have been more eventful or traumatizing, but I did take two ice packs to dinner yesterday and have spent a good bit of today feeling injuries/muscle soreness that I could attribute to three or four different potential causes from last week.

But I guess the cold water shower must not be so bad (you were the best I ever had) if I just keep going back to it, and could have its benefits too. My way of keeping Asia alive right in my home.

Tony teaching me to parallel park yesterday was pretty hilarious. Reversing down a narrow street towards the spot and having to repeatedly pull forward to let cars pass by. "These kids must be high!" I am much more solid on the boundaries of my car and the general concept, but there are still light years of work to do. Whoo cramming for moving to San Francisco!

The Big Trip is happening at the end of the month. Kimberly is coming and I couldn't be more excited about it. Whatever our shared space will end up being (STRESS), it will be fabulous and arsty and simple and practical yet infinitely beautiful. I can't wait for the adventures our minds come up with when we aren't busy cramming and stressing about schoolwork. And what an inspiring place to be for young people!

I am happy about driving cross country again. Road tripping is fake being outside, but all the while you are building more concentrated memories with the people you are with because you are sharing such a small space. One very vivid snapshot from our Utah trip was listening to the epic violin music while driving west through a two hour sunset from Utah to Arizona, watching the winding road disappear into the mountains into the horizon into the endless sun, everything descending so slowly and all together, our route creeping towards an end at the same pace that the daylight slowly disappeared somewhere - but daylight was so objective if you could just chase it until the end of the coast. Imagine flying with the sun on a two-person airplane, letting the violin sing your feelings and words for you and just floating there, your speed hanging you on a string in the whirlwind of the rotating earth.