Wandering Arts Collective, highlights each contributors agency and restlessness as we partake in all the opportunities available for ones as magnificent as us.
Maybe our destiny does not prescribe a destination but rather a course pushing us to be who we are and be true to ourselves. If you can find a way to be yourself in the middle of life’s turbulence, hold your head high. Many are struggling not because of their perceived failure of success, but rather their lack of identity.
On the 28th of September we flew into Guatemala City, where at the airport we were greeted by Peace Corps Guatemala staff. It was amazing, Carolyn Beale or training director, Adrianna, & Xoce welcomed us with a beautiful banner with all of our names on it as we stepped foot on the soil of the place we would soon call home.
I had never been to Houston, TX but I flew in and began my journey as I shared an Uber with Tanya and Ryan (both to my left in the photograph) to get checked into our hotel. Oh man, first impressions are always so nerve racking but right away I was impressed with these two ladies. It got even better when once we arrived and signed in for staging and met everyone. Bak’tun 8 is an extremely diverse group of individuals and I mean this in the sense from age, race, and class.
"You are never going to be 100% ready and it's never going to be just the right time, but that's the point. It means that every moment is also the right moment. If you want it, you just have to do it."
In my popular culture class we once discussed how music is or can be the social glue that holds society together. After pondering this for a while, I've found this to be true. As I've spent time packing and reorganizing my items these last few months, I would frequently find old CD's and mixtapes and pop them in.
A bit of a huge tackle to take on for my second blog post, but I’ve wanted this on paper for a while now. Always taking things to an abstract level, I wanted to dig a little deeper into this topic.
Sometimes you just have to do it. You feel the passion burning inside you, and you do it.
There’s a fire inside you...
If my language could speak the inspiring
I’d declare war to the opposing, inflicting
Way people treat one another
And vanish cruelty amongst lovers.
Old people. Elders. Senior citizens. Some are the grumpiest people you’ll ever talk to, or the sweetest one you know. Some may be full of stories and legends, while others pass sadly forgotten. Some are humble, while others hold judgment, and some are spiteful when others are kind.
During my most recent travels in Nov. '14 I was lucky enough to see some truly extraordinary things, experience some blissful moments. From the waves of St. Petersburg through the coast lines of the Atlantic, the corn along upstate NY and the rolling hills in my home state I bonded to the sceneries around me.
There are more reoccurring events than not where I feel I am a small dot in this world. I am both significant and insignificant in various moments throughout my life. My presence and voice holds freedom and power, as does all that surrounds me. Nature is ever-changing and fluid around me.
Since teaching yoga this semester, I have learned that yoga is a very intimate experience, for the yogi's on their mat, the teacher, it is intimate to bystanders and people walking by. The second realization reached is my dire need for self expression and finding my voice. There has been many times, in which I wanted to convey something occurring in my life right now. This blockage of self expression, or the ability of being able to find the right words at the right time has taken its toll on me.