Free Spirits

I am convinced that "I" am a free spirit. I have traveled to 6 different countries this year on 3 different continents. I continue my journey in New Zealand. My passport and my backpack are my home. I look at the stars and the moon for guidance. I feel my feet connected to the Earth for grounding. I sense the expansive Universe, in which we coexist, and Life takes on a new meaning. I hear the sounds of nature around me, and I ponder the concept of "interconnectedness." I taste the salty air of the ocean and touch my cold hand to my rosy cheeks, warm and glowing from the activity. I know that there is much more to Life than I will ever be able to conceive....

My spirit is free. I think about what makes people come alive. And the process of discernment in regards to figuring out which form of work and which lifestyle empowers me to be whom I am and to be truly free. I am slowly figuring out what type of work and lifestyle is for me.... and how to not allow them to "tame" my free spirit but let it totally go wild (with respect to the laws of nature :).

I am writing this late at night still jet-lagged from traveling across the international dateline, so I hope all those who've read the blog can understand the essence of the message. I will work on getting over this jet-lag and write more later. For now, the stars South of the Equator is throwing me off my gravitational balance.

***Why has it taken me so long to publish this post? I wonder if I am feeling a bit overwhelmed by the diverse audience to which I am writing. I will no longer hold back by being concerned with grammar and/or poorly developed paragraphs. In the end this is also for myself to remember my own journey exactly as it unfolds...