My time in china can not be punctuated into words. I think I longed for the trip to be LIFE changing or transforming…and honestly…it wasn’t. I guess my winter of hip injury and rediscovering a sense of trust with myself, another, and the seasonality of life felt so incredibly shape shifting that even CHINA couldn’t compete.
More than that, spiritually speaking, certain themes resonated with me. The Ying-Yang brought up this revolving philosophy of the pieces of my life…that things change all the time, one moment light, another dark, coming together, falling apart.
But the current pulse of the country felt to me as if its beautiful essential core had been stolen…by a drive to produce and provide for such masses.
Let me inadequately summarize by noting that I did not feel secure or comfortable with the physical energy of the space. While moments stolen between people felt strangely relieving, operating within the mass history and souls proved overstimulating and produced an edge to my approach. I could never quite Blossom there and did not thrive emotionally.
And, Yet looking back, perhaps part of the reason lies in the fact that I Blossomed before my trip And part because there was little personal space for me to truly unfurl myself. Numerous people commented that a huge shift occurred in the “feeling” of the country after the Olympics. And yet, I learned and explored and tasted and created and received.
Over a series of posts, also labeled and saved on a page of it’s own, I plan to present my travelogue for China….gradually, most likely, and in spurts….as I continue to digest the experience, and weave it into the spring time I arrived back to with a warm homecoming.
No matter where I am, it is WHO I am that matters…and those I belong to. Thanks for being among that surly crowd.