My own story as a surfer has been short and sweet so far, having been out there with a board, most recently in Bali, only a handful of times. Still, however young a story, it’s been enough of a journey to understand the incredible wisdom at the core of the sport. And like many other sports, the physical realization of this wisdom is life-changing.
Did you know that Aviv and I shared a certain look in our eyes exactly a year ago today? It was a look of telepathy. A magic realization where we both knew at the very same moment that New York was a dream that had already been fulfilled, and that it was time to move on.
And we're back! From surfing in Lanzarote and Tenerife. 2/7 of the Canary Islands that rose from the sea...
Cacti and prickly pears; organic greek farming. Finally, sacred yoga. Buddha (and enlightenment) in blue + white Cathedrals.
שמיים ומים שקופים. יוונים שנראים כמו לטינים. כוכבים שגלויים לעין ומערכות סולאריות שפשוט לא היו שם לפני…נראה לי. מסעדות עם גינות, כל אחת מהן. טלאים קטנים ושפנים שעומדים בדרך
What a different life we're living on our own time... And man, have we been living! I know that it's been a few weeks since I've made an update—so I'm adding even more from Tel Aviv here first—before moving onto Greece, which we returned from last night.
One thing is for sure: there's nothing like being an observer in this city.
It's like putting on special lenses as you step out to walk the streets, careless and free. Suddenly, everything you witness in this place radiates magic. Despite the sirens and angry cab honks, despite the millions of pairs of legs stressfully stomping bodies back and forth—uptown and downtown, East River to Hudson—despite the hustle of people bumping shoulder to shoulder, there is peace of mind as an observer here. Can you believe it? This is what it's like to be a tourist...and I waited 9 years to finally feel it.
Another thing I waited 9 years to do here?
I've been wanting to write this update all week. From the moment I stepped out onto Orchard Street and into the City on Monday morning after we flew back from Arizona; with the city smells of Chinese food and piles of trash accepting us back with open arms. We woke up on Monday after spending a week in the desert and honestly, I missed this. I missed it all.
Everything about this project—from the writing to the selling; from the making friends with strangers to the letting go of beloved possessions, to the current result of living in a furniture-less loft with nothing but a blow-up mattress and a turtle...Everything about Leaving Wooster is carried out with a purpose to live with more potency. Because we've made ourselves "lighter", less cramped, and more focused on the life we want to pursue in the right now—not in the five years from now or the ten years from now. The right now.
Exciting things first: YES! Our "Empty Loft Party" is this Saturday September 26th—and it's also my beautiful sister's 24th birthday (hey Lou hey!!)! We thought we would bring everyone together to celebrate these two very happy things. :) Invites to come, and so looking forward to posting some pictures next week!
In other news, another Yom Kippur has come and gone...