another travel blog from a guy who quit his job to go see the world
Here now and now here or nowhere
The title of this blog comes from a play on words that "now here" is also the same letters as "nowhere" just with a space added in the middle. I am always trying to get better at being in the here and now, and I've always been a bit of a joker so that is why I chose this name.
While in Singapore I decided to out for a walk along the The Southern Ridges. According to Wikipedia, The Southern Ridges are a 10km group of green spaces in Singapore spanning the hills of Mount Faber Park, Telok Blangah Hill Park and Kent Ridge Park. It is an area rich in history and is home to to a wide variety of flora and fauna. It sounded like something nice to do in the city full of shopping malls and concrete structures. The walk is beautiful, with numerous elevated canopy tree line paths among rich flora, though not much fauna. The contrast of the nature, the city skylines, and the water in the distance was a wonderful stark contrast from each other. There is a small beautiful bridge along the way, the Henderson Waves Bridge which is rather unique and elegantly designed bridge and highlight of the walk for many. You don't need to walk the full 10km, though I highly recommend it as the canopy trails are all different and the scenery changes as well.
Goodbyes are never easy. I've said it numerous times before and will say it numerous times again. I've spent the last week in Singapore staying with a wonderful family. Daily yoga classes, playing basketball with a very talented and sharp 11 year old, and running around after a very naughty but incredibly adorable 2 year old. It's been a week of family time, which is something I don't get much on the road and appreciate when I can. My family is very close and was as well when growing up. To stay with good friends from such a big and loving family is truly nice. There will be moments of drama and sadness, but mostly happiness and love. It has been so nice to be included in that all. And now, I must head off, as we can't always stay in one place forever, especially when it isn't "our" home. And so I have to say a sad and hard goodbye. Or a see you next time. But what will help to ease that sadness... is...
that I'll be going to Cambodia for a few days to visit one of my dearest friends whom I became close with in Bhutan. So I will leave one beautiful community and go to another. A goodbye to a HELLO!
Constant travel can wear on the soul (and body). When I can travel from loved ones to loved ones, it does help make living this life a lot easier (and happier)
With sadness I will leave Singapore, and happiness arrive to Phnom Penh.
.... and get into the scene! "Get out from behind the camera, and get into the scene!"
This is a statement to all. Stop living behind your camera's, behind your phones, behind your fears. Drop them, put them aside. Go out there and live this one life (or more for the Buddhists reading this) that we've been given. I keep seeing too many of my "friends" online constantly barraging the web with self photos and photos of their every move. When you take a photo of something you are not part of that something. Once you step into instagram (or whatever) mode you now are outside the scene. Disconnected from whatever was happening. And when you share every little detail, does it maybe seem like maybe a scream for help. "I'm so insecure about my constant every move that I am BEGGING for your approval. Like this photo, give me more followers, feed my Ego."
Now this isn't to say that a photo or social share of whatever sort from time to time, even multiple times a day are bad. (Heck, what is bad anyways.. but that's a post for another day.) No, rather just a wake up call to start to see why we do what we do as well as what we are actually doing. This can also lead into a deeper and deeper rabbit hole of self inquiry.
But please, don't "like" this post. You can share it with people if you feel, but I'd rather not feed my own ego here and request you honor that. First off, I am guilty of much of what I write about. Secondly, I write this all for your enjoyment. I get the enjoyment from sharing my adventures with you all, that is my "like" of it.
Now get off from in front of this screen, close the blog, and go out and explore. Go do something new, exciting, familiar, comforting, nurturing. But sign off and go do it. Do it now!! Because the next moment may be too late. (and if you must, feel free to take a photo of yourself doing it.)
I arrived to my yoga class a little bit early this morning. I wasn't sure where it was exactly and I feel that it's always better to be early than late, especially when you are the teacher. While waiting for the morning shift person to come and open up, I was hanging outside the space minding my own. Two people came up and sat on the steps next door to the yoga space. They started talking to me, and so I responded back. Nothing big, small talk. The guy got up and came closer to me. Oh, maybe I should tell you all this. The yoga space is in the Tenderloin of SF. The seediest, dirtiest, drug filled portion of SF. So the guy got up and asked to bump my fist. I told him I'd rather a handshake than fist bump. I don't love the fist bump and feel a handshake is more meaningful. He let me know he was offering the bump for hygienics, you see he was homeless and not so cleanly. It didn't bother me, he was still a person and if he was dirty then I'd wash my hands later. I'm clearly no germ freak(read some of my posts in China and you'll see). When he sat back down, he lit something up. I wasn't sure if he was smoking an old cigarette, a joint, or something else. So I asked, "What is that? pot or rock?" It was rock, they were smoking crack right in the open, and next to the yoga space. OH NO!!! We'll shit, these things happen. Especially in the Tenderloin. They talked to me some more and I saw this as a great place to practice non-judgement. For those who know me, I can be a little judgmental. It's something I've been working on for a while, on how to soften and not judge. But I'm an East Coast Jew, it's in my blood. Anyways, back to the story. I decided to have compassion for them and not judge. When he offered me some, I told him that "I'm clean. But thanks." I don't think what he does or how he lives is the right way. Selling drugs is what he seems to have to do right now, his dharma. Instead of ignoring him or acting rude, I gave him my time and I spoke from a place of heart. OK, there was a part of me that thought I may get mugged, but I tried to suppress these feelings with those of knowing that all will be ok. Because, it really always is all OK. Isn't it? He is high in crack, I'm high on life. High from yoga. What's the difference? OK, maybe there is a huge difference, but we all have our roles to play, our samskaras to break. After a few hits from his pipe, he started to get paranoid from not seeing any police and thought they may be coming so they got up to leave. He offered to sell me some powder, again, and again I politefully declined stating, "I'm clean, but thanks." He told me his name was Carl, but around here they call him Slim. Then they took off to somewhere else. Shortly after, the lady who was to open the studio arrived and I went inside to prepare for class. Two types of highs, one natural one synthetic. But people none the same.