Home is the sensation of relief.
I have had a truly incredible summer of travel and escapades. Starting
with a road trip with the Razor Babes to San Francisco, then a solo
return trip to the bay area for a visit and a wedding, then off to
Chicago for the Jump Rhythm Jazz Project week long work shop, followed
shortly by a fantastic honeymoon in the Northern Pacific (Oregon and
Washington specifically) and finally a flight across "the pond" to
Germany and Switzerland for more touring and yet another wedding.
It was great.
I am spent!
But, this is a good thing, a great thing, because now I want to be
NOWHERE else be right here in the Kubocha Cottage (our affectionate name
of our little house-- details later).
Traveling is an excellent opportunity to discover the preciousness of
your daily, average life. Travel is exciting and of course I appreciate
all of the different views I have seen this summer: over cities, oceans,
the alps! But, travel for me often feels like I have been frozen in
time. It serves for me as an incubation period during which I am
suspended from completing my everyday tasks and thus making "progress".
Travel forces me to step back and just observe. And, as many of you
know, observing the self is often uncomfortable. It is energetically
taxing and at times frustrating, irritating, and depressing to take the
time to shed light on the dark and forgotten corners of the soul, sweep
them out and suffer the dust cloud that follows. But, there is no better
place to do exactly that than on an 11 hour flight home from Frankfurt.
All of the waiting time, in lines, for take off, for check in, for check
out, at train stations, in a car... All of that time is incubating
time. It feels like I truly hibernated this summer, not because I
closed myself in doors, but because I divorced myself from my sense of
identity in the things I do at home, namely, teaching dance,
choreographing, going to yoga, going to the gym, eating at certain
restaurants, taking walks... the details are not what's important. The
challenge is that we become what we do, and we start to deeply identify
ourselves by our habits and our practices. Of course in the Buddhist
sense we are none of this. We are indefinite and these aspects of life
are just details.
But, through our life we can gain insight and peace if we choose. Travel
is just thing thing to shake up the routine, to help you question who
you are and discover you are not your daily run around schedule. I have
been reminded that I choose the routines in my life and they can be
deeply satisfying and rewarding. But, being home is not about being on
autopilot. Being home is the place where the real work needs to
I am glad to be home.