Dear Stranger...

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Dear Stranger… I found my people in Bali. Yes I did. We are of the same cosmic fabric, a part of the same cluster of stars, aligned in constellations to reveal the true essence of spirit. Strangers as friends. Every smile, pure and genuine, every hello, gracious. though at times of course coupled with the desire to sell you something or service you in some way, I felt nothing but love from these beautiful people. There is a magic in Bali and its not just the mushrooms, (though I’ve heard they are amazing, ha!). The magic is the people. Paradise is in their hearts.

Dear Stranger…

I found my people in Bali. Yes I did. We are of the same cosmic fabric, a part of the same cluster of stars, aligned in constellations to reveal the true essence of spirit.
Strangers as friends. Every smile, pure and genuine, every hello, gracious. though at times of course coupled with the desire to sell you something or service you in some way, I felt nothing but love from these beautiful people.

There is a magic in Bali and its not just the mushrooms, (though I’ve heard they are amazing, ha!).
The magic is the people. Paradise is in their hearts.

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Dear Stranger… I went to the water to wade, meditate and pray…for peace within through the chaos of travel and so many dreams in angst and under fire. It was there I met Mr. Lee who wants peace for the world. Peace within and peace with out. Everyday our happiness is waiting for us. But how can some be so blessed and others in so much struggle? I only know my duty is to build my inner world and help bring that peace to others. Amen

Dear Stranger…

I went to the water to wade, meditate and pray…for peace within through the chaos of travel and so many dreams in angst and under fire.
It was there I met Mr. Lee who wants peace for the world.

Peace within and peace with out.
Everyday our happiness is waiting for us. But how can some be so blessed and others in so much struggle?
I only know my duty is to build my inner world and help bring that peace to others.
Amen

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Dear Stranger… Last night I had the pleasure of checking out the Easy Star All Stars playing their incredible, DuB Side of the Moon. My homey from NY (killer trombone player Kevin Moehinger) happened to be in Melbourne too and invited me to see him play with them.  Outside I met Robert. He found me sitting quietly on the steps of the entrance. He thought I looked sad. I looked up and assured him, I wasn’t, just tired and jet lag. He said I looked much happier when I wasn’t looking down. As most of us often do, when we are looking to the bright side and right side up of things. I asked him about a heartbreak and he shared with me this word… SPACKANANA… Something he learned from a Nepalese man. (has anyone heard this word before?) Slang, I believe, with no accurate translation other than…meaning, EVERYTHING AND NOTHING.  I love this word! I plan on using it now in moments like these…when at the end and the beginning of something…when standing here on this bridge, in the in between, taking inventory of past and prospects for future, balancing, at times teetering on the tight rope of the present. When questions and answers invert and morph into each other, when possibilities are beautiful and terrifying, when life is infinite and fleeting, when I am younger in wisdom and old still in thought, when I know exactly where I want to be and still I be where I know not. When contradiction meets the clever sacrifice, head on like a lion, grinning in its bite and hungry for solution…I call out! SPACKANANA! SPACKANANA! SPACKANANA!

Dear Stranger…

Last night I had the pleasure of checking out the Easy Star All Stars playing their incredible, DuB Side of the Moon. My homey from NY (killer trombone player Kevin Moehinger) happened to be in Melbourne too and invited me to see him play with them. 

Outside I met Robert. He found me sitting quietly on the steps of the entrance. He thought I looked sad. I looked up and assured him, I wasn’t, just tired and jet lag. He said I looked much happier when I wasn’t looking down. As most of us often do, when we are looking to the bright side and right side up of things.

I asked him about a heartbreak and he shared with me this word…

SPACKANANA…

Something he learned from a Nepalese man. (has anyone heard this word before?) Slang, I believe, with no accurate translation other than…meaning, EVERYTHING AND NOTHING. 

I love this word! I plan on using it now in moments like these…when at the end and the beginning of something…when standing here on this bridge, in the in between, taking inventory of past and prospects for future, balancing, at times teetering on the tight rope of the present. When questions and answers invert and morph into each other, when possibilities are beautiful and terrifying, when life is infinite and fleeting, when I am younger in wisdom and old still in thought, when I know exactly where I want to be and still I be where I know not. When contradiction meets the clever sacrifice, head on like a lion, grinning in its bite and hungry for solution…I call out!

SPACKANANA! SPACKANANA! SPACKANANA!

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Dear Stranger… I’m back and so are the strangers of the world. Melbourne is sunny and delicious. On my adventurous walk today, I met Saskia and Andy in front of a giant theremin. The 3 of us were jumping around like fools trying to make the pyramid of sound alter it’s vibration. But it was Saskia’s spirit that altered mine. She was vibrant and free and very in love with her Andy. They were strangers not too long ago as well. Met on plenty of fish and it’s been almost a year now. Truly the poster children for Internet dating, they triggered my curiosity of having a go at it. Hmm, yea no, not for me. Ha! I asked her what she wanted for the world… “I want everyone to focus on themselves and develop their minds.” This got me to thinking…about the importance of self work, private time, the solo journey. I know when i don’t get enough of it, I am no fun to be around and definitely more self absorbed since I hadn’t given myself what I needed. So…when I think about being a hero for others or even available, emotionally, energetically and more…I know I must remember to be a hero for myself. Come to my own rescue and then maybe I’ll have some time for…fishing :)

Dear Stranger…
I’m back and so are the strangers of the world. Melbourne is sunny and delicious. On my adventurous walk today, I met Saskia and Andy in front of a giant theremin. The 3 of us were jumping around like fools trying to make the pyramid of sound alter it’s vibration. But it was Saskia’s spirit that altered mine. She was vibrant and free and very in love with her Andy. They were strangers not too long ago as well. Met on plenty of fish and it’s been almost a year now. Truly the poster children for Internet dating, they triggered my curiosity of having a go at it. Hmm, yea no, not for me. Ha!
I asked her what she wanted for the world…
“I want everyone to focus on themselves and develop their minds.”

This got me to thinking…about the importance of self work, private time, the solo journey. I know when i don’t get enough of it, I am no fun to be around and definitely more self absorbed since I hadn’t given myself what I needed.
So…when I think about being a hero for others or even available, emotionally, energetically and more…I know I must remember to be a hero for myself. Come to my own rescue and then maybe I’ll have some time for…fishing :)

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Does absence make the heart grow fonder? Have you missed the strangers of the world? The Dear Stranger movement is still here and has stepped up to a new level. I have been doing lots of out reach and the response has been amazing. On the bus today I met Farrah and Stefan. Yep, Stefan, the bus driver. Farrah is from France and she told me when I got on the bus that I was part of her dream and that Stefan was her angel. Her outfit was a perfect fit for the new dear stranger button i designed with the help of my friend Jeff Lopez. I’ve been giving them out everywhere and people are always so surprised that they’re free. Love was shared throughout the bus. Even one man who very disgruntled and fussing to get on the bus, quickly changed his mood when he saw Farrah with her button on, standing next to her angel. Someone asked if I was a protest kid. I said, “no I don’t protest, I am non-political. I am only here to spread love.”

Does absence make the heart grow fonder? Have you missed the strangers of the world?
The Dear Stranger movement is still here and has stepped up to a new level. I have been doing lots of out reach and the response has been amazing. On the bus today I met Farrah and Stefan. Yep, Stefan, the bus driver. Farrah is from France and she told me when I got on the bus that I was part of her dream and that Stefan was her angel. Her outfit was a perfect fit for the new dear stranger button i designed with the help of my friend Jeff Lopez. I’ve been giving them out everywhere and people are always so surprised that they’re free.
Love was shared throughout the bus. Even one man who very disgruntled and fussing to get on the bus, quickly changed his mood when he saw Farrah with her button on, standing next to her angel. Someone asked if I was a protest kid. I said, “no I don’t protest, I am non-political. I am only here to spread love.”

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Does absence make the heart grow fonder? Have you missed the strangers of the world? The Dear Stranger movement is still here and has stepped up to a new level. I have been doing lots of out reach and the response has been amazing. On the bus today I met Farrah and Stefan. Yep, Stefan, the bus driver. Farrah is from France and she told me when I got on the bus that I was part of her dream and that Stefan was her angel. Her outfit was a perfect fit for the new dear stranger button i designed with the help of my friend Jeff Lopez. I’ve been giving them out everywhere and people are always so surprised that they’re free. Love was shared throughout the bus. Even one man who very disgruntled, eating to get on the bus, quickly changed his mood when he saw Farrah standing next to her angel with her button on. Someone asked if I was a protest kid. I said, “no I don’t protest against anything, I am only for love.”

Does absence make the heart grow fonder? Have you missed the strangers of the world?
The Dear Stranger movement is still here and has stepped up to a new level. I have been doing lots of out reach and the response has been amazing. On the bus today I met Farrah and Stefan. Yep, Stefan, the bus driver. Farrah is from France and she told me when I got on the bus that I was part of her dream and that Stefan was her angel. Her outfit was a perfect fit for the new dear stranger button i designed with the help of my friend Jeff Lopez. I’ve been giving them out everywhere and people are always so surprised that they’re free.
Love was shared throughout the bus. Even one man who very disgruntled, eating to get on the bus, quickly changed his mood when he saw Farrah standing next to her angel with her button on. Someone asked if I was a protest kid. I said, “no I don’t protest against anything, I am only for love.”