Maybe I’ve been hiding out, staying still, awaiting inspiration. I traveled during half of last year, the year of our pandemic, 2020, then stopped in my hometown, Colorado Springs, to rest and recover from life. To find life. To experience life. To be life.
What’s next? I have an ever changing, never ending list of things to do that evolves as I consider next moves. I have not yet seen my mother’s new place in Santa Fe, New Mexico. The trip there includes a pause in Trinidad, Colorado, where I spent a little bit of time near the lake and on the quiet streets at the beginning of COVID-19.
After Santa Fe, Albuquerque beckons – my favorite desert yoga studio has reopened.
Working remotely, and remaining isolated in my tiny compartment on wheels has reinforced for me that connection with others does not always have to include face to face interactions. I do miss sitting at a coffee shop with friends, chatting, watching people, laughing. I miss hanging out in a brewery talking to strangers, hearing new stories. I miss sitting in a crowded movie theater, watching action and adventure on the giant screen (minus the disruptive children and anxious key-janglers). I miss wandering in antique stores, and touching things that other people have considered for their collections.
Of course, the initial scenes from the movie Contagion pop into my head. It’s mind-boggling how many surfaces and objects our fingertips no longer graze or grasp. “In the olden days…”, I like to say around brilliant, younger co-workers. Can you imagine, now, using a public pay-phone?
Another stream-of-consciousness entry ends.
work work work
When I’m traveling again I’ll share where.
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