A BLOG DEDICATED SOLELY TO MY UNIQUE SET OF BELIEFS, INSIGHTS, MORALS, AND VALUES AS THEY REMAIN TOO COMPLEX TO NOT HAVE THEIR OWN NAME.
What does meandering yogi even mean? Well, Let me enlighten you. I am not really sure either, that is the whole point, it's a process, it's about the journey. Why can't we be okay with ambiguity? With not knowing everything all the time? Isn't that part of the human experience? It's all about flowing with the natural undulations of the universe. It's about meandering from your inner self. All I know is that when I flow from my true self everything just falls into place, it just flows. I find a parking spot, I hit every green light, I meet every amazing beautiful person this world presents me with and really see them, I am brought to beautiful places, and experience beautiful moments. It is as though the universe and I are working together as a team to just make sure everything works out.
In regards to my most recent trip to Portland, I was a part of the largest Acro Yoga festival and experienced beautiful talented people, a place with a higher vibrational level, and this vibration doesn't just reside in that event or at that time, it is within an amazing and inspiring community, one that inspires play, lightheartedness, and giggling. We take ourselves so seriously sometimes don't we? What is the point of it all if we can't laugh at ourselves, make light of our time on this planet and smile?
In my most recent trips I have let go of expectation, of who I was supposed to meet, the time I was supposed to have, and I just experienced it as it was happening. Many question my travel, how can you afford it? Why are you always doing such crazy things? How do you make time? That is amazing. The truth is that I am simultaneously no different than anyone else and completely different all at the same time. We all have the capability of making what we want in life a priority and what I want is not just to "get away" or to "escape". Quite the contrary, what I want is to run so fast into freedom and possibility that I can't help but find myself.
On this trip I saw more colors painted on tight pants on both men and women than I have ever seen, I met the most beautiful genuine kind human beings on this planet, I saw waterfalls that left me speechless (that's right I was silent, its a thing that happens sometimes), I actually tried to get bad beer or coffee and it was not possible (thanks Portland it wasn't what I really wanted anyway), I saw more roses in one location than I have ever seen, I ate vegan food and actually liked it, I rock climbed and fell into frigid cold water and laughed really hard, I meditated in a waterfall (yes literally in it), I found a little piece of Boston in Portland from auspicious connections, I bouldered a boulder engulfed in moss that was so green I questioned its authenticity, I got happily lost in the largest used bookstore in the world, and thoroughly enjoyed my own company.