Showing posts with label random surprise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label random surprise. Show all posts

You are because you say you are.

I recently wrote about a dream coming true. Traveling to Alaska (bucket list destination) courtesy of Princess Cruises (hello, press credentials) writing and photographing (numero uno dream job of all time) for The Avid Cruiser (a respected mentor and friend). It doesn't get more exciting than this. I've been blogging and traveling and writing and wanderlusting and photographing and dreaming for years. At times I wanted all of that energy to lead to something and at other times I just kept going because it makes me happy. At times I pursued the goal with specific intentions and at other times I ignored it entirely, going about my normal life. This ebb and flow, this evolving dance with what I really want out of my life, has been going on for what feels like forever. Now here I am. Even though it could seem simple, this one assignment, I still believe it's an absolute manifestation. It feels surreal. That's actually what I want to talk about, the surreal nature of it all. This thought has been stewing for a while now: You are because you say you are. Jen Sincero, Wayne Dyer, and I have something to say about the power of owning it.

Owning it. No apologies. No excuses. Taking a proactive role in defining the life you want to live. 

Ralph Grizzle (a.k.a. The Avid Cruiser) recently posted about the three journeys covered on the Live Voyage Report site in May. When I read his words, I couldn't take them in. It felt like an out of body experience. Who is this woman he's talking about, anyway? 

A chance meeting a couple of years ago resulted in our welcoming aboard Gail Jessen. Gail is a Salt Lake City based writer who will be reporting for us from Star Princess as she and the ship make their way from San Francisco to Skagway — and back. Gail wrote an engaging piece that will tell you who she is and how she became a travel writer. You will find her post here. For inspiration alone, it is recommended reading.

A Salt Lake City based writer? How she...became a travel writer? Inspiring? I stared at the screen. Agape. Holy shit, you guys. I'm a writer based in Salt Lake City. That's me he's talking about. I'm a writer. I write. I'm writing. I'm in Salt Lake City and I write, like writers do. I'm a travel writer. I write about travel. Out in the world, while traveling, I write. I'm a writer of travel stories based in Salt Lake City. My reaction was a bit like...Bob's.

I'd say printing a box of oh-so-official business cards - to hand out on the ship and to family/friends - is owning it.

One particular point from Sincero's book, You Are a Badass, comes to mind a lot lately. I'm paraphrasing, but she basically says: You want to be a photographer...but you don't take pictures. What sense does that make? Conversely, you take a lot of photos and it's a significant passion for you, but you say you're not a photographer? Why the hell not? What's a photographer then? Someone who takes pictures. So go do that. Say you're a photographer. Aren't you? Then go do it some more. You are whatever you say you are simply because you said it...then did something about it. She writes:

Set your intention, work steadily in the direction you want to go, do all that you know how to do, believe it’s here and available to you, be diligent about how you speak, think and behave, have faith in yourself and The Universe, and then...drum roll please, this is the super important part...breathe, let it go, fuggetaboutit, give it some damn room to come in. 

While I read Sincero over a year ago, I've recently been making my way through Wayne Dyer's newest book, I Can See Clearly Now. I tackle bits and pieces here and there, mostly letting the new paradigms settle in between readings. It's the kind of a book you take your time with and he's that kind of author. What's percolating to the top is his discussion of "I AM..." The phrase "I am" is one of the most profound, transformative phrases we can possibly utter. We literally create our reality with that phrase. Think about it. It's so simple, but it's such a game changer. We can unfairly turn "I'm having a rough day and lost my temper for a moment" into "I am an angry person." We can also then take a proactive role in defining the life we want to live by turning "I like to write and maintain a blog" into "I am a travel writer."

I AM. Sit with it for a minute. Think of all the ways you're currently shaping your reality with I AM statements (conscious or out loud or not). Think of all the ways you could shift your future reality by intentionally focusing on the power of "I AM."

I'll kick it off: I am a travel writer based in Salt Lake City.

Love,
me


This post is dedicated to Jo and Elizabeth, two amazing women who inspire me...and who I've never actually met. Through the magic that is Instagram and, coincidentally, an online photography course, we found each other. Without saying much - a double-tap photo like here, a Facebook comment there - we've connected and we just get it. This is for them. 


The Scatter Love Project

I've talked about how much I love real mail (who doesn't?) and how much I specifically love Postcrossing. Well, in a similar vein, I've come across the Scatter Love project. If you're an instagrammer you probably know the mastermind Chantelle as @fatmumslim, who also create the #fmsphotoaday challenge. At any rate, the concept behind Scatter Love is a set of 10 beautifully designed postcards meant to spread joy across the world. Why not? As you send them out and/or receive them, photograph it/you and tag #scatterlove. How fun to see these little cards travel across the planet!


photo from Fat Mum Slim


Click here to buy and play along! The graphic designer Emma lives in London, Chantelle lives in Australia, and I live in the US...so for me, including shipping, it's right around $20 and simple with PayPal.

{scatter} love,
me



Postcrossing: Penpals from all over the globe

Postcards are so romantic. Stamps displaying unfamiliar languages, tattered edges from a journey across the world, sentiments bare for anyone to read. Someone halfway around the world thought of you, for even a moment, and wrote a note with pen in hand.

Listen, I instagram like crazy. It's a virtual postcard of your adventures at home and abroad. Also, I happen to believe, from the perspective of an artist and a community organizer, it's one of the most profound apps to be invented in recent history. However, I'm just old enough to know there's nothing quite like the nostalgia of receiving handwritten mail.

I've turned a few friends on to Postcrossing over the years and my annual stats report reminded me to once again praise them from the rooftops. It's free. It's fun. It is also, for me, a subtle way to keep the energy of wanderlust flowing constantly through my life. If you want to get started, it's as simple as creating a profile with as much or as little information as you want to share. Your address is private until Postcrossing matches you with a sender. You will also become a sender and receive addresses for people to whom you'll send postcards. The postcard exchange is a one-time deal, unless you decide to approach someone about becoming regular penpals (or you accept someone's offer to you). I prefer the one-time approach and find it's what I have time for in my life right now. Simple.

My mailbox looked like this in 2013:





Love and mail worth reading, 
me




VSCO Grid spotlight

It's fair to say I take my iPhoneography pretty seriously. And yes, I'm addicted to Instagram. And yes, I'm a walking cliche. Get over it. On my recent vacation to Mexico I took only my iPhone...and I'm usually the one running around foreign cities with a giant DSLR, multiple lenses, and all sorts of accoutrement. More and more I'm relying on my iPhone 5 and realizing it can actually take better photos than my DSLR, depending on the situation.

Anyway, my point is that I'm subsequently obsessed with Visual Supply Company. They've managed to create the most robust, elegant, and respected mobile photo editing app out there. At one point I had 14 (yes, 14) different cameras and editing apps on my phone. While I did keep Camera+, Afterlight, and Hipstamatic, I rarely use anything but VSCO. The work I've been doing for the Craft Lake City website is shot RAW on my DSLR, but edited using VSCO film. I have so much respect for the company and their product. I don't mean to get all fangirl on you, but they've seriously created a dedicated community of users and a unique aesthetic that is instantly recognizable as VSCO.

All of this to say...VSCO recently selected one of my photos for inclusion on their Grid. They saw it because I use the #vsco #vscocam tags in my Instagram feed. The VSCO Grid, as they explain it, is a curated collection of the finest mobile imagery on the internet. Um...yay! Yespleaseandthankyou. Also, it's true. If you haven't spent time (and by "time" I mean hours) scrolling through the site, you should. Like, right now.

The gmail from VSCO that made my day!


...and there I am, mixed in with a slew of hyper talented photographers. Awesome.


Love and natural light,
me



Traveling by cargo ship #traveltuesday

I have a confession to make. Over the past couple months, I've been breathlessly seduced by the notion of traveling on a cargo ship.

Yes, I'm serious. I'll even sign the Piracy Declaration to prove it.


Rebecca Hall, a writer, recently traveled from Greece to Hong Kong and shared her story with NPR's Weekend Edition. Thirty seconds into the piece my heart was racing and I hung on every word. This needs to happen.




Once she completed her journey, she spoke again with Rachel Martin and told her about life on board.




Both audio clips are under five minutes, so listen and fall in love. Trust me.

I immediately set about googling this phenomenon. How did I not know this is A Thing? Matador wrote a how-to for cargo ship travel in 2008. 2008! So many years spent not traveling on cargo ships. So many. The Matador article is excellent, very practical. They tackle the most obvious questions: Where can you go, what will it cost, what is life like on board, how does one begin planning for this? Some of the links are 404, being that the article is half a decade old at this point, but I did my own digging.

A la Carte Freighter Travel is a reputable Canadian travel agency that deals with these unique itineraries. I'm particularly drawn to two itineraries: Tahiti to The Marquesas Islands, and the Norwegian Costal. I mean, seriously. How fascinating would it be to make your way down the Norwegian coast delivering supplies to remote fishing villages? And how about this for a description of the Tahitian ship's mission: "It connects local communities, calling at the principal villages, as well as several remote areas, on every inhabited island." Gah! The adventure of it all. The RMS Saint Helena also sounds amazing, but with 128 civilian passengers, it's a more crowded experience than I'd prefer.

Seaplus is also a site highly recommended around the interwebs. It doesn't seem to have been updated since 2011, but the information is detailed and seems solid, including photos of the ships and passenger cabins. Another travel agency site that's recommended often is The Cruise People, based in the UK. Their site employs excessive clip art (which is to say, any clip art), but the info is extensive. They do have a Twitter account, so all hope is not lost.




So...you may still be asking yourself (hi, mom): Why? The Matador article pretty much nailed it: "You can travel almost anywhere by cargo ship. Just think: anywhere global commodities are shipped are places that you can disembark and spend time soaking up the local culture before re-boarding." Brett, author of Tripping Overland (a blog about circumnavigating the globe without stepping foot on an airplane), posted about his trans-Atlantic voyage and articulates many of the anti-establishment slash adventure sentiments that he and I share. The photo above is his, btw. Also, the ocean is the very definition of freedom. If you've ever been on a ship (commercial cruise liner in my case) in the middle of the giant Pacific under an endless sky, you know that the world is huge and anything is possible. Finally, why not? Even when I travel to well-worn destinations, my goal is always to experience local life off the beaten path. Sure, I've knocked out tourista must-sees all over the world, but that's just to snap the photo and get it out of the way. The romance is in getting lost (not lost in pirated waters on a cargo ship, mind you, but you know what I mean).

This is happening.

Love and little fishing villages,
me



I found my joy | Rivet & Sway

Receiving a tweet that tells you the grand prize is yours is a pretty awesome experience. What prize is that, you say? Well...

Rivet & Sway - a Seattle-based company on a mission to make glasses fun - recently launched The Joy of Specs campaign. Yes, you caught the cheeky play on words. It's an empowering campaign aimed at redefining beauty. In their own words: "The Joy of Specs is about loving the beauty, the fun, and the sexiness of being bespectacled." Cheers to that. A recent Facebook post encouraged women to "dress from the frames down" and create entire looks around the central gorgeousness of your face and specs. I love it. Glasses are wicked hot and Rivet & Sway, who designs exclusively for women by the way, is the hottest game in the market.

As part of the Joy of Specs campaign, they launched a Pinterest contest calling on women to #FindYourJoy. Whether it was your summer reading list, a backyard garden, or interior design inspiration, if it brings you joy they wanted you to pin it and spread the love.

I created a board about Denmark and the family history research I've been doing. Not only does it bring me joy to research the stories of my great great whomevers, it also brings me joy to think about traveling to and living in Denmark one day. Rivet & Sway decided they liked my joy so much that I won two free pairs of specs, y'all! They offer 2-day FedEx and you can try on three pairs in your home for free. How convenient is that? I'm sort of loving the Punchline, obsessing about the Spitfire, and Hungry Heart is pretty rad...but stay tuned! I'll post pics soon.

Also, I'm quite certain my sassy new glasses will look totally savvy in Copenhagen.

Love and sway,
me


Link Love Friday


Here are some of the most interesting bits of internet I stumbled upon this week:

"I want to be a travel writer…" Okay, great. What the hell does that mean? This article talks about how real life travel bloggers bring home the bacon.

Ever since I discovered the Fearful Adventurer blog - through the book tour I participated in by posting about my own fearful adventure of conquering Denmark - I've fallen deeper and deeper in love. Not only is the design of the site total perfection and inspiring, the content is stellar. I suggest reading all the posts submitted for Torre's #myfearfuladventure book tour. It's great stuff.

Speaking of fear, the Your Courageous Life site (and video series) is an excellent find. Love.

Some day I'll end up in Bali, painting with Flora Bowley. Just you wait.

This site is sexy and affirming and so smart. Curves are hot. The end.




This stuff infuriates me. Our culture is so backwards. We're paying all the wrong people to do all the wrong jobs. Take even the title of this article and the implied message: "These careers might make you happy, but fail the tuition ROI test." It's everything that wrong with our rat race. Happiness is secondary so long as you make money and consume. It makes my blood boil. 

An excellent article about street photography. This came from a new friend who's enrolled in the Candela photography course with me. It's been such an inspiring experience to move through that course. The next session starts 07/31. Get on it. 

With the evolution of my Happiness Project and recent meditations on abundance, this struck a cord. Danielle LaPorte explains why self-improvement makes you neurotic

In case you live in a cave, DOMA is unconstitutional, by the way. Love always wins. 

On that note, happy surfing. If you're a pinner, my Link Love board on Pinterest is loaded with all these goodies. Share away!

Love and links, 
me




The moment | The Blog Dare Day 20 + 21

{PROMPT} The moment we've been waiting for.

I just realized I missed yesterday. It wasn't intentional, the past few days have been a blur. A good blur, full of creativity and friends and road trips and super moons and arts festivals and brunches and book groups and dance performances and on and on. So...oops.

The prompt today is perfect for the Happiness Project discussion we had at brunch. The topic of the June chapter was friendship, but we also celebrated our accomplishments and ah-ha moments that happened throughout the first six months of the year. We hit a milestone today and it felt great. I have a lot to say about it, but I took a spontaneous road trip at 3:00am this morning to see the super moon from the salt flats (before attempting croque monsieur for the first time and hosting 10 friends for brunch), so I'm going to bed. Stay tuned. In the meantime, my morning looked like this:

Super moon at the salt flats. It's was otherworldly and totally worth a 3:00am road trip with @johnbon77.
hazy, grainy, iPhone in low light, otherworldly...this is exactly what it was like. surreal.

The closer the super moon got to the horizon, the more purple the sky became. The stunning moment was when the sun broke the horizon at the exact moment the moon dropped away. They connected for a split second and shot light across the salt flats at each


The closer the super moon got to the horizon, the more purple the sky became. The stunning moment was when the sun broke the horizon at the exact moment the moon dropped away. They connected for a split second and shot light across the salt flats at each other. Wow.


sunrise at the salt flats


Follow my adventures on Instagram @fourthirtyam.

Love,
a sleepy me


This post is part of The Blog Dare series. 


OM | The Blog Dare Day 13

{PROMPT} It's your call. 

I started a meditation practice this week. I'm on day six and I'm really taking to it. The overarching theme, at least the theme that's resonating most with me, is the idea that meditation doesn't actually bring you peace.

Wait. Say what?

Nope. Meditation does not actually attract calm, shiny, nirvana love and light into your life.




When we sit still long enough to quiet our energy and finally get our mind to chill out, we feel more peaceful and calm and joyful and all that. Of course we do. But...that's not something we went out and found or even something we attracted to our life. It is our natural state. We uncovered it. All we managed to do through meditation is clear out all the crap that's cluttering our every day life, everything that's preventing us from living in our chilled out natural state. Meditation, then, is the practice of letting go of anything that disturbs your natural state.

Sure, you're saying right about now, that's obvious. How are you just now learning this, you moron, you may also be saying. Listen. Here's the deal: We tend to associate peace and calm with an achievement, with movement, with seeking and searching and finding it. Think Eat, Pray, Love. Searching. Movement. Active. Go find it. We move we go we travel we pursue peace and we pursue calm. We do this in so many different many ways. I mean, hell, I did it when I signed up for the Chopra Center program. I was moving, I was searching, and I was active in my attempt to find a peaceful calm.

Now - compare that to my realization I shared earlier:

Mediation is being still long enough to clear your mind of everything that prevents you from living in your natural state of calm. 

That is so full of hope. That puts me in such a state of optimism and rainbows. Think about it...it's already here. I already have it. Granted, I have quite a lot of proverbial crap to clear out of the way, but at least I know that at my core I'm calm. Not just on vacation and not just on lazy weekends. All the time. It's in there.

Dear Self, you can keep trucking as is, or you can finally tune in. It's your call.

Love,
me


This post is part of The Blog Dare series.



Chasing light | The Blog Dare Day 7

{PROMPT} It was only interesting when...

I'm enrolled in an online photography course this summer. It's called Candela and it's taught by Laura Valenti Jelen, a professional photographer based in Portland, Oregon. The cool thing about this class is that it's not about shutter speed and choosing the right lenses, it's about reconnecting with yourself as a photographer. It's about "finding the creative spark within..." in Laura's words. She's created a really beautiful course, full of essays and videos, podcasts and discussion boards; it's all really well done. Our most recent lesson was about slowing down, seeing beauty in the mundane of every day, and chasing light in your own home as it changes throughout the day. As she set it up for us in the course: "By viewing your environment with fresh eyes, you can find creativity in the smallest things. Your assignment is to make some photographs of the things you love in your immediate vicinity." Simple enough. In other words...once the flea market and brunch and grocery shopping were behind me, this was the perfect Sunday afternoon.


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In a previous lesson we discussed all the different cameras we own and committed to one for the remainder of the course (with an explanation as to why). I'm reintroducing myself to my Nikon D90. I've been shooting exclusively with my iPhone for at least a year and half at this point (and I'll still Instagram photos with my phone every day, but for this class I'll use the D90). It was very interesting to watch my muscle memory twitch as I held the heavy camera's viewfinder to my eye and didn't tap a screen or edit a single thing. That was the other piece of the exercise that I assigned tomyself: No editing. None. Not allowed. Let the light do what it wants to do and move on.


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Some people would say life is only interesting when it's dramatic and rapid fire. Today was a lesson in slowing down. I sat on my kitchen table for 45 minutes watching sunlight bounce around through between inside on top of vintage canning jars. It was the most valuable lesson in photography, and life, I've had in a long time.


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Love, 
me







I'm painting now. Because why not? | The Blog Dare Day 2

{PROMPT} They try to make it sound...

....as though you need to have it all together before you can begin. You need to conduct your research, prepare your data, be ready for every contingency. You must somehow become an expert and then you can share what needs to be shared.

And by "they" I mean the voice in my head.


This past weekend, I told that perfectionist to take a hike. I painted. I painted for the first time ever. I mean, minus water colors in pre-school and perhaps a project in a junior high art class that I've long since forgotten. I completely lost myself and hours later I realized I was pretty damn happy.

I'm painting. I'm painting! I paint! I'm a painter. Isn't this a breakthrough? I'm a painter. I paint now. With paint, in the sunlight, way far away from the perfectionist in my head? I painted. That happened.



So this is happening today. I'm not even sure what "this" is because I've never done it before, but here we go... #painting

Eeeek! First time ever touching paint to canvas. Turns out I'm really happy right now.


hashtag my happiness project #painting

randomness in progress. no idea what I'm doing. other than having fun. #painting

abundance is one of the power words I chose for my happiness project. #painting  #firstever #yay

Pop-up Shop(ping)

Welcome.


Craft Lake City sponsored an adorable little pop-up shop a couple weeks ago. There were a handful of local artists and DIY craft vendors in a space no bigger than a living room. It was cramped and cute and flooded with sunlight and smelled like waffles.


S to the L to the C. Or something. No one actually says that. 

Excuse me, I moustache you a question...how many waffles is too many waffles for a Saturday morning?

Festive.

No idea what you'd do with them, but they sure are cute.

I wasn't sure what I'd find at this tiny market, but I did acquire a few treasures (no surprise there). I discovered Darlybird and learned she is opening a store front in an old pioneer house in Provo, Utah. I feel comforted knowing I have such cute jewelry options within 45 miles of my SLC home. A south-bound field trip is in my future.


Darlybird. Seriously, I could've walked out of there with every pair.

A bit fuzzy on the focus, but the awesomeness is still evident. 

My favorite find of the day was Michelle Christensen's shop my little bellville. She is an illustrator who grew up in China as the daughter of a diplomat. You can definitely see the Asian influences in her work. I find it really whimsical and delicate.


Check her out on etsy!

The artiste herself.

my little bellville illustrations. 

I decided on a sweet boy/girl plate set. 


Whimsical tunes for your weekend

If you're anything like me, you take yourself too seriously far too often. I get obnoxious about it too, particularly musically. I get all self-righteous and preachy about pop music, lament the fact that top 40 tunes are destroying the creative potential of the human race, and love/hate when I realize (while a passenger in a friend's vehicle because I haven't listened to commercial radio in over a decade, re self-righteous) one of my fav bands has become common knowledge.

Whatever. It happens.

This also happens...




Between the band's affirming message and the whimsical feeling you get when listening to them, it's like Glee and her life partner recruited the It Gets Better campaign as their donor and the baby is a barefoot summer music festival at which I'm dancing with the hottest man ever. Who is very dark and tall with unruly curly hair, btw. Oh, and we're making out in a muddy rainstorm. That. That's what this album is like. Pure fun. Pure positivity. Pure in-the-moment. Pure pop.

Have a joyful weekend.





My Wanderlist

Fellow Globetrotters, 

If you don't use wanderlists yet, you really should. AFAR (which is my favorite travel magazine of all time) is featuring the wanderslist I created for Prague on their homepage today. Ooooh, so fancy.

Prague...collected by Yours Truly.

What is a wanderlist? Well, the whole concept of AFAR is to travel authentically and locally and off the beaten path. In relation to their online collaborative, travelers post tips on the AFAR website (think tweet-sized advice with a photo and pinpointed city map), then users curate a wanderlist of sights they want to see in that same city. The most genius feature: You can use it when your phone is in offline or in airplane mode, i.e. when you're abroad. Brilliant. 

I should say, about my featured Prague wanderlist, it's not tips that I've posted of my own trip. Not yet. For now, the list they featured is what I curated from all the possible Prague information posted on the AFAR site. They like my curation of the city, in other words. I have a goal to add my own tips for others to put in their wanderlists, I simply haven't had time yet. At any rate, I'm obsessed with AFAR and this was the highlight of my day, for sure. 

Bon Voyage!

#bookspinepoetry

I could seriously do this all day. If I were magically, inexplicably, independently wealthy, I would travel the world and create poems out of the titles on book spines. I would do it in famous bookstores all over the planet. I would die happy doing this. Also, you know some diy portlandia granola girl on etsy is already raking in millions selling little square print photos of this very idea. Also, also, if that's not true, I call it. It's mine. Trademark. Done. I'd gratefully be that diyportlandia granola girl on etsy raking in millions selling little square print photos of book spine poetry. #nerd


"You can't go home again, this I believe. Then again, reality is broken."


"Refuge, dancing at the edge of the world, sand in my bra. She's come undone. 
A visit from the goon squad, a call to conscience."


"Girl, interrupted. The vagabond, running with scissors. Rabbit, run to the lighthouse, into the wild. Book of dreams, a heartbreaking work of staggering genius."

With every lesson learned...

As I'm sorting through emails this morning, I opened a message from National Geographic. They are announcing their 2009 International Photography Contest and this photo was their lead image:


I immediately fell in love with her. What an incredible image. I also starting singing:

"With every lesson learned, a line upon your beautiful face. We'll amuse ourselves one day with these memories we'll trace..." (Indigo Girls, Get Out the Map)

Coffee Shop Collective

Seriously, how adorable is this place? It was a surprise find we stumbled upon in Atlanta. It's a coffee shop, bakery, printing press, all sorts of little artist's boutiques sharing the same space. The only delineation between artists/vendors was the wall color and sometimes the rugs on the floor. The central space was a communal spot to hang out...and by far the most comfortable set up I've ever seen. I've spent more than my fair share of time in coffee shops across this great nation and this hodgepodge of old, comfy living room furniture takes the cake!