While standing in the Blue Mountains of Jamaica 3000 feet above sea-level, a Rastafarian looked at me and told me that I was beautiful, like a dream. That is my sentiment toward Jamaica. Yes, I went as a tourist but I have fallen in love. The blue, expansive sky, the brilliant stars at night, the ocean crashing against the shore – I can dig it. I look back on it and think, it was truly a beautiful, wonderful dream.
Below is a recap of my 9 Mile Tour, the home and resting place of reggae legend Bob Marley.
If you could have one superpower, what would it be? I have one. It is a blessing and a curse.
I can time time travel. I do it quite often. I live in the past, remembering what was or how I did not take advantage of some opportunity. I live in the future, dreaming of a future where my dreams are my reality.
My cryptonite. Living in the here and now.
I was watching a reality show and a stylist was being reprimanded by the owner. She was trying to point out how the stylist could handle conflict better. The stylist swung around in her chair repeatedly stating that, mentally, she was at Disney World. When she came back to earth, the conflict remained unresolved.
There are moments in life that are not pleasant. You can choose to mentally escape or be present. Feel the moment and what it brings – pain, discomfort, fear. It is only when you are fully present can you ascertain the situation. You will do what is necessary to prevent the same issue in the future. People who time travel escape the moment but the circumstances remain.
I was sitting in the sauna and overheard a conversation between a woman (27-ish) and man (43-ish). The 27 year old woman recounted many events in which her mom physically and emotionally abused her as a child. The older man tried to offer advice. The woman just voiced how the past would not allow her a future relationship with her mother. They went back in forth. The younger women revisiting her past and the older man remember his own.
I just sat there sweating. I really wanted to relax and not think about anything but I was vicariously time travelling via someone else's memory. I could see it all flashing through my mind. Unforgiveness, you are stuck in the past. Procrastination, anticipation, angst – personality traits of a voyager of time.
I closed my eyes allowing the heat to purge the toxic sweat from my body.
It is better to be in the moment. In life, it is all we truly possess.
I was over at the Chicago Tribune online, when I came across this story (CTA) about the Chicago Transit Authority’s decision to test seatless El Trains for rush hour traffic. With the price of gas shooting through the roof, there are more passengers. This would pack more folk in for the ride.
For 98% of my adult life the CTA, Chicago Transit Authority has been my nearest and dearest travel buddy. I took two buses to a high school on the North side of Chicago everyday for 4 years. Through rain, sleet or snow, the CTA was a reliable and cheap source of transportation. After undergrad when I returned home, I recommitted myself to the good old CTA. This time, with an apartment on the north side, where parking is nonexistent I commuted by train EVERYWHERE.
As I got older, the fact that I could not drive was becoming a bit of an embarrassment.
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