Car Ferry Connection

About 13 years ago I learned to center myself. We sat in the classroom. Jeff taught us about the center of our bodies' and the center of the earth. He taught us to connect the two.  

The trees swayed in the breeze. The lake rolled against the shore. A breeze swept through the classroom. New friendships began; old friends reconnected. These were my summers for three years. Nature and soul reconnect.

 

I loved studying Thoreau in high school. His connection to nature, to simplicity, to himself inspired and motivated me. Sitting in the classroom with Jeff was the closet I had gotten to that. Breathe in the breezes, stretch the stench out, and connect the body with the environment. 

By doing such exercises, Jeff taught us to focus on the center of the universe and we could not be moved (an idea upon which I became stuck). He taught us to focus on a feather floating and we could be lifted as such. He taught us to connect our minds, souls to the environment. No, not just the environment, the planet.
 

We ended up doing one of the martial arts that week. One in a beginner form. We all broke wood with our hands like the Karate Kid. It is a feeling I have never been able to let go. It is the most physically successful feeling I have ever had. A full on chop of a tree split the wood and changed lives.  

 

Being in the island this past week, I feel as I had that week thirteen years ago leading up to the wood chopping. My body has fully adapted to island time. It's better than McKenna time! And mentally I know I'd need to work to live here.

 

The odd thing is with the lax attitude that leads steps here, is the invigorating motivation I have discovered here. It is the same feeling I had when Jeff taught us to concentrate to the core of the Earth. I am at my core. I am connected here.  

 

To severe tomorrow - I don't know - I wonder / hope I can feel this connection again. I need to be close to the earth. I am materialistic granola. Green is my preference but functionality is also key.  

 

A piece of my upper left chest is tugging on the volcanic rock below me. Something is tethering it here, like a ship to an anchor. Or better yet, I am the car ferry and my drive dock is down. The ship hands loop the long lline around the bow handles on deck and yank the rope through the holes on deck.   

The lines become taught and the ship wavers less. No cars are falling off. Can I stay tethered without my cars falling off? The cars' only goal is to get to the opposite island.


 
Read of my other traveling experiences here:

Traveling pt. 1

Traveling pt. 2

A Stick of Gum

STJ Memento