An Inconvenience Or Adventure?

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I've been home for over a week now, feeling as though the world that I left behind in mid-September is gradually coming back into focus, like a slow loading picture. Jet-lag after international travel, has always been an unwelcome side trip for me.

The entire trip from Kona to Kandui Resort took roughly 31 hours, not including an overnight stay in Padang. It felt like The Journey With No End, though once we arrived on the tiny island off the coast of Western Sumatra, the momentum changed.

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The sound of the ferry boat's high revving engine (is there just one?) eased to a hum as the island appeared. Once the engine was off, we could hear the waves slapping, maybe even clapping.

For the next ten days there were no sirens, car horns or planes flying overhead. All we heard were birds, the ocean, and the occasional motorboat or jet-ski taking surfers out to meet the waves.

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The sun rose from the ocean,

and lit the horizon as it set behind us each evening. It's just the way it's done there.

and lit the horizon as it set behind us each evening. It's just the way it's done there.

Gradually, as jet-lag begins to fade, so do my thoughts about the grueling trip to and from the island.  All of the moving parts are blending in with the still shots. I more readily recall the silence within our uma and the absolute absence of anything I had to do.  

Gradually, as jet-lag begins to fade, so do my thoughts about the grueling trip to and from the island.  All of the moving parts are blending in with the still shots. I more readily recall the silence within our uma and the absolute absence of anything I had to do.  

Jet-lag may simply be the way my psyche chooses to tell me to hold on. Hold on to the images, the sounds, smells and tastes. Hold on to them as you step back into your world. Don't be in such a hurry, things will never be the same, anyway.

Jet-lag may simply be the way my psyche chooses to tell me to hold on. Hold on to the images, the sounds, smells and tastes. Hold on to them as you step back into your world. Don't be in such a hurry, things will never be the same, anyway.

An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered.
— Gilbert K. Chesterton

Week 31: My Seeing Eyes

From a page out of my art journal.

From a page out of my art journal.

Those things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul.
— Ovid

Monovision.

About ten years ago, I wore a contact lens in my right eye for distance and my left eye stayed bare, for reading. Monovision worked well for me. When I began having trouble reading street signs, I went back to my optometrist and discovered that my distance vision had improved and I needed weaker lens. "It happens when you get older. Your eyesight may improve, and then you get cataracts," the doctor intoned, backed-up by decades of experience.

No Lens.

The same thing happened over the next few years until we agreed that I didn't need any corrective lens to drive.  My eye doc was amazed and questioned me about my diet and supplements, looking for some kind of an explanation for my aging, yet improving, eyes. He finally settled on my practice of yoga, "That must be it."

Switched.

As much as I continue to praise the benefits of yoga, I’m not sure that I can point to a specific pose or set of poses that would guarantee  improvement of eyesight; 20/200 to 20/40, in my case. Have other people who've practiced yoga for many years had similar experiences? Also, my 65 year old pair of eyes need a tiny bit of help with reading and they’ve developed a murky, white ring around my dark brown irises. Changes have occurred.

Last week, I had my eyes examined again, this time by a different optometrist to avoid a 2 hour roundtrip drive.  The vision in my right eye is now 20/30 and I need less than 1.0 lens to read. Images taken of my eyes show healthy optic nerves, maculae, arteries and veins. No sign of cataracts.

We decided to try the monovision prescription again, only this time a lens in my left eye for reading. Bingo! No more searching for a pair of reading glasses.

Photo of a clear marble taken  with an iPhone 5S.

Photo of a clear marble taken  with an iPhone 5S.

Insight.

I don’t know for certain, what it is that I’m doing to keep my eyes healthy, although, my story for the last ten years has been, My Eyes Keep Improving. Is that all it takes, retelling  the results of my last visit?  If so, I certainly don't want to stick to a story of  anything but health and healing. 

It happens when you get older.

 

The Road Ahead

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Nourish beginnings, let us nourish beginnings. Not all things are blest, but the seeds of all things are blest. The blessing is in the seed.
— Muriel Rukeyser

I'm always excited to start a new year. It appears as a straight shot down a tree lined street. I don't see any obstacles on the road ahead, the path is clear and I feel certain that my destination is right there in front of me. Everything I want to be, do, or have in the new year, waits for me. There. At the end.

In 2016, I committed to a daily creative practice that would leave me with several sketchbooks, filled with my art work. At the beginning of the year, I imagined holding those filled books. Although I missed more than a few days toward the end of the year, I now have three sketchbooks full of paintings and collages, as well as nearly a hundred postcard sized watercolor paintings. Next?

I'm ready for another Year of Creative Habits. At the end of this year, I'd like to hold a hardcover book with my favorite drawings, paintings and photographs from 2017. I'd like for those images to help tell the story of what it was like to live creatively and how it brought me everything I wanted to be, do or have.

That's what I see. There. At the end.

I'm still at the beginning though, and determined to observe and enjoy, each day. I've decided to start with a basic daily rhythm:

  • write a minimum of 750 words, every morning. The site I use keeps track of my habit for me and I also check off a goal tracker on my wall.  I can use a shot of endorphins in the morning.
  • take a picture of my creative piece for the day and post it to Instagram.

I have a trunk load of projects queued up and will share them here, as they get unpacked.  I'm trying to keep the beginning simple and coherent and not overwhelm myself with the promise of the entire year. The finish line is so enticing,  but I have a story to write that's all about getting there.

The blessing is in the seed.

 

Image: The road to The Club at Kukuiula, taken with an iPhone 5S, through the windshield.