I’m told in yoga class that Hanuman is a monkey god in Indian mythology known for his courageous leap all the way across an ocean. It seems my life is full of those willing to make a courageous leap these days. So much so, that it’s becoming a bit disorienting:
Two dear friends from my hometown are in transit: just as one is returning from a year in Austria, the other is taking a Hanuman style leap and moving to Hawaii. Also adding to the whirlwind are my Central American travel partners. The Elder was recently married and then swept off for a brief Thailand Honeymoon to be followed by a summer in India. The other graduated in May, fell in love last week and leaves for a two-year tour of Ecuador a la Peace Corps tomorrow. A former colleague just visited after a 6 month jaunt through Southeast Asia and the guy I met at the bookstore last week left the next day for Israel and India and won't return to the city until just after I've left it. My German housemate goes home on the 5th, Trinh is still in Mali, which is beginning to feel permanent for some reason, and my parents are virtually addressless as they attempt to move again. The back and forth of Summer Camp has started at Calvary and my favorite yoga teacher keeps going on vacation!
As for me, I’m waiting patiently for my dream to come to fruition. I’ve gotten almost all my shots, am diligently reading two guidebooks, attempting to practice my Spanish almost daily, and reading my “as-it-happens” Google news reports. Like a 6th grader counting down to summer, I even have a paperclip chain at my desk. Each workday I remove another clip. There are currently 14 remaining (not including 4th of July of course). My list of pre-departure tasks is surprisingly short, though likely to include wisdom teeth removal.
I plan to leave the city mid-July, road trip to Austin, visit the oral surgeon, and go to SeaWorld with my family. If all goes as planned, I’ll be in La Paz by early August.
I feel startlingly stationary in all this movement, as if I’m watching the spinning of the merry-go-round safely from the sandbox, knowing I’ll eventually need to jump aboard.
The courage of my Hanuman friends is to be commended and knowing the world desperately needs them, I remain deeply proud of each. But I have to confess its all my heart can take to not grab hold of them mid-air in attempt to keep them for myself.
Here’s to the courage it takes to grab hold, as well as let go; to both leap and let leap.
3 comments:
I don't get here often enough to read your blog -- thank you for all your thoughtful entries. It has made my afternoon to read through them.
cb
your trip will also prevent/delay you from writing blogs like this:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/06/26/AR2007062601419.html
glad your yuppie new-age yoga spiritual explorations were more than just the backdrop to your decent into yuppie soccermomness. Buying a one-way ticket to Bolivia is a much better allocation of resources that putting a down payment on a minivan
Hello Sis,
Why did you not inform me of this blog. Matter of fact no one informed me but I found you. So it sounds like your getting .....an experience out of this trip. glad to here you got your luggage. So how do you like it? What time zone is bolivia on? Do you this have a private E-mail out there or is this the best way of communication?
Email me if you can.
Lotsa Love
Beau
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