Traveling

A bed of clouds rolls out into the stretching horizon, a kingdom of fluffy islands floating on top of the vast sea of blue. Wisps of cumulous painted blue connect the beds of clouds, connecting the beauty resting far above the earth. The ground below had disappeared.  The vision entrances my brain, my brain caresses my mind, and my mind kisses my soul.  

How much of my life have I spent above the clouds?  Flying over the Americas – California to Brazil and back again.  Mexico hides beneath me, hidden here in the world of dreams.  I can feel the urge deep down, when I first came here to the sky.  I want to feel the travel again.  Travel does not hold the same meaning used in travel for business.  Nor even the word used to describe the next carefully planned vacation, with all the stops mapped out.  I want to forget where I am, forget where I am going, just be in that moment in the world, with the people I meet and the places I find.  There was something comforting about that eerie feeling that washed over me somedays when I awoke in a South American hostel, not knowing where I was in the world.  Just a space, a room, a bed.  The seconds would crawl past as my brain would search for the connection.  

I want to travel with a shitty Nokia phone, no GPS to pull my head down, cramping the disks in my spine without consciousness. No more petty reviews to read about a hotel or restaurant.  All the other people looking down at their glowing portable device.  I want to talk to the person next to me, not post something and wait for distant friends to respond.  The never-ending hole of lost social energy into the device.  Show me the reason why I get on these planes – let me forget about the lack of sleep, the lonely hotel – all for finding that which you never searched for, but somehow was found.  Something beautiful.  The universe displaying itself in front of you for you drink down like the cool coconut water on a hot Brazilian beach after dancing all night long.  Like her naked silhouette outlined in the moonlight as we entered the psychedelic waves of the Pacific.  Deep within the heart of South America; the waterfall at the end of the trail, unimaginably breathtaking, absolutely magical and beyond your dreams.  Escape into nature and feel the songs of the birds vibrating through your very being.  The wind can touch your heart if you listen.  The girl can touch your soul if you dance, if you move, if you get out…if we can fall in love.  

Lets go to the club someone told us about and not check the clubs carefully selected Instagram photos first.  Lets just go.  It will take effort to really travel again – to feel the earth beneath our feet.  Take pictures, but lets take them on a camera.  Take a phone but just make a call, just send the text.  Bring a book you treasure.  Write something down a piece of paper, a napkin perhaps; a travel tip or a phone number, a beach, a waterfall, a lost lover in the night. 

We must open our eyes and see the sprawling clouds beneath the airplane and know this life is so precious and short, it could all slip away. I felt it slip before.  I felt the end cramping in around me, the walls pressing in.  The panic rising up my spine.  “How could this happen to me?” I gasped,  “It was never supposed to happen to me…”  

The deep peace of mediation, sitting on the mat, with the giant crystal from Chapada Dos Veadeiros reflecting the morning light into my third eye center, and I look into the distance.  The astronomical Atlantic tells my eyes she’s infinite.  I feel her warmth.  Deep within I close my eyes and feel the rhythmic pulse from the child of the cosmos; the earth resonated through my system.  I feel the vibration deep within my being.  I am the vibration, I am the cosmos.  When I open my eyes I see the distance again, the wise winds touching its surface.  The distance calls me in and pulls me out into its depths.  “Feel me, come with me now” I hear her say.  The time has come to live.  To travel to a place where time doesn’t exist.  Just you and me now, and the distance; calling us to our destiny.  We must travel now.