Got a sacred key to the city!!
Each door a mysterious portal to worlds within worlds. To travel to these ancient lands with intense customs and culture without guides or limitations (money, time, partner) is the greatest gift I could ever receive.
It's so interesting how many layers of travel keep unfolding in my life of wings, wheels, and wagons.
I remember thinking London, Paris, NYC, Tokyo, Sydney, were the epitome of sophisticated travel. Perhaps good foundations for a time and stage of my life.
Then it was beaches and jungles- far enough away from concrete jungles and the high heeled nightmare I once loved but grew apart from. This lifestyle was a visual and fantastical dream. I danced and played across the finest party spots of Hawaii, Cuba, Thailand, Bali, Rio, Carribean, Australia and Mexico (to name but a few). Sensual and adventurous but ultimately lacking soul and growth.
This last year something has shifted.
Now my soul demands wilder, deeper, unknown, journeys. I feel the gravity of this strongly.
Inescapable commitment to no path. I no longer own my travel, it owns me.
Answering the call of places that hide until you seek. People who live without illusion of two week vacations and social media compulsion. Ideas that threaten my Western construct and strip me bare.
I'm losing and gaining everything everyday.
Bleeding out and shedding all those limited beliefs that were my by-product of parents, school, media, career, and ultimately ego. This happens a million different ways for people on their path but for me it was, and has always been, travel.
This beautiful madness that replaced my previous desire for career and family is terrifying & lonely at times. Where this goes is beyond my current view. I've surrendered to the unknown and that is truly making all the difference.
Here's to a limitless journey. To casting off the shakles of the known. To a great appreciation of worlds within worlds.
To the sacred key of travel!!