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Showing posts with label adventure. Show all posts

06 November, 2014

why travel?

Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness. – Mark Twain
I've touched upon before the cool things I've learned travelling. I love always learning, having a beginner's mind and exploring new ideas and possibilities that not only grow me but also help create a better world.

What I've hardly touched upon is what I've unlearned and if there's one thing that explorative travel does for you, is teach you to expand your awareness, your ideas and perspectives on oneself and others. It teaches you to respect and care for others, despite them being different to you. This is invaluable in a world that is getting increasingly smaller through technology and industry.

As a girl who grew up in a small village in Warwickshire, England, I was fortunate to be surrounded by nature. I'd be playing in cow fields, making dens out of abandoned train tunnels, swimming in rivers and generally having a slow paced environment to grow up in. But I was also of a generation that watched a lot of TV, played computer games and studied very hard for fear of failure. Something that plagues teachers as well as their students. Hence, I had a whole world of ideas hot baked on to my being. Cultural programming one might call it and a lot of learned fears.

Despite leaving England 7 years ago, I've had chance to spend a lot of time in Britain this year (I still have lovely friends and family to see). It's been so good to come home to people I care for, especially my Dad, while also observe Britishisms and see how they've affected me and others around the country.

What a quirky bunch the Brits are!

Thankfully, Brits tend to be a very polite bunch and up for a laugh! I love this. I love the sense of humour, the banter and also the good manners. I love how we get together over tea. In fact one habit I have acquired travelling is to make myself a cup of Earl Grey whenever I am feeling homesick. I like how grounded this country is. Its organised and timely which is practical for me sometimes (and very necessary when working with others). I don't particularly dig the cost of living, extortionate train ticket prices, deeply entrenched ideas around class and the degree of alcoholism but I love this politeness and conscientiousness that is a tendency among Brits. And it is the most apologetic country I've ever been to.

As a country surrounded by water, Britain also has a sense of self-defensive reserve. Britain was once upon a time attacked at sea from all angles, our navy was world re-known and the cooler climates have created a hardiness among people. I think this is why the Brits can be somewhat reserved. It reminds me of the Japanese in a way, with the wall they build around themselves painted with tradition, reverence and honour.

You can tell when you get on a train. I laugh to myself at how contrasting a train carriage in England is with one in India for example. We're so proper in England and awkward around one another's space. In India, your hearing bhajans in the carriage next door, a man persistently pushing "chai chaiiiii chaiiii" and are likely to smell a whole world of Indian odours as you intimately share space with people, food and livestock.

But there's also an arrogance that comes with being British along with a pride and prejudice. We're a country of high standing in the world's history and were very good at manipulating the psyche's of countries we wished to conquer such as places I've visited; New Zealand, Australia and India (a failed attempt in Japan). I don't want to criticise as all cultures have 'their thing' and nor am I in denial of where I was born, but I can say, it has served me very well to spend time outside of England and explore the rest of the world. Eyes widen to fresh new paradigms, healthier ways of being and one's mind can take a big leap out of the fear mongering media that this country spins its wheels on creating an undertone of low level anxiety and fear of the unknown.

What travelling taught me to do was to look at the world from the stars. Somehow from there, there are no foreigners, no borders, no right and wrong, just life experiencing itself.

I really love an open-mind. A curiosity that welcomes the new despite challenging the status quo or what is believed to be known. I love having my perspective challenged or illuminated by that of another. That is why I travel, because I keep learning new things, meeting interesting people, seeing different perspectives and having life experiences that keep me moving. Not always easy I might add.

My next adventure takes me to the Alps where I will be managing some chalets in Reberty, a small French village in the Three Valleys. A far cry from my old desk job. But I am so excited about this trip! It was on the bucket list to do a ski season. I'm delighted to be also offering therapies and running a yoga retreat in the mountains while sharing the incredible practices I've learned these last few years to people in resort.

I invite anyone reading this not to get too stuck in your ways, to allow new ideas to come forth and to keep that dream alive!!! You may have to defend it, you may have to face some fears and you may have to patiently wait or learn a thing of two. You may have to change things. But my God does it create a life worth living and to be incredibly thankful for.

That's why I travel. Because it reminds me to keep loving life and believing.

06 July, 2014

what are you afraid of?


This video might be the best 15 minutes of your day in front of your computer via Thrilling Heroics

My Dad is afraid of heights.

He explained that fear of heights is either the fear of falling or the fear of jumping.

This last few years travelling to the tune of my heart I learned that one of my biggest fears has been not to live.

Has anyone ever felt like they had ridiculously little time left?

That was me before I packed my bags.

And despite knowing my shift in lifestyle challenges so many of the old man's paradigms from the era of work to make money etc. "You are dreaming Jess" is what he tells me. Gosh don't I know it!? (tips for dreamers here).

I still say with hand on heart to anyone reading this;

JUMP!

UPDATE: Dad said he is conquering his fear of heights. This year he zip-wired.

Go Dad!

25 November, 2013

verving in vermont

a lovely lighthouse in Vermont.
Vermont is an incredibly beautiful, beautiful part of the United States. It was established in 1777 and has charmed the life out of me with her colours, perpetual twilight and golden hues. My friend Kyle kindly invited me to join his family there and roam the areas showing me some of the highlights of his hometown.

This week my gastronomic behaviours weren't the healthiest but they certainly were a wonderful insight in to some of the local cuisine. 

Dear waistline... please forgive me.

The Fort
Naughty naughty blueberry pancakes and pumpkin muffins with real locally made maple syrup at this lorry stop cafe. Coffee refills. Do not try this at home.



VINS Bird Sanctuary
We wandered through a lovely sanctuary where birds of prey had been rescued. I made friends with a snow owl and we had a glorious trek around the lake and through the surrounding woodlands.



Visiting Woodstock & Kyle rocking out with the kids.
Need I say more? Besides enjoying some meditative moments in the local church, I found inspiration at a beautiful antiques store full of birdsong and nests that inspired a little photo project to the name of 'home'.


Being serenaded in Strafford's incredible Town House by an amazing gentleman, Jackson Beecham.


West Peak Trek
Incredibly stunning golden brown leaves coated in snow. We sat on a waterfall and I ate my very first peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Wow.


Chocolate Heaven, Hot chocolate
Apparently a must after a hefty trek through the breeze and over snowy rocks. I drank it with a teaspoon. Enough said.



Ben & Jerry's Ice-cream Factory
My inner child was in heaven and said her farewells to the ice-creams that didn't quite cut it at the Ben & Jerry's Ice-cream graveyard. I'm not going to lie. I was incredibly excited and may or may not have had not one but two ice cream samples...


Burlington Dobra Tea House
We had such a delicious time taking inspirations for a pot of the 'iron goddess of compassion' oolong tea. This lovely teahouse boasts teas from remote areas of the world and Kyle, being the tea connoisseur, was delighted to teach me a thing or two about the tea brewing process while mulling over some of the profundities of life.

Badmington at the local school gym
Being in an America gym kinda reminded me of being in an american movie involving vampires and Buffy. Apparently my game of badminton is 'tenacious'. Clearly inspired by my grandmother who gave me my first shuttlecock. Go inner granny.



Watching the game
I admittedly had very little understanding of what was going on but shouted and screamed good things at appropriate moments while Kyle gave me the insights in to American football strategy, which was a bit like getting dating advice, I decided I'd leave the thinking to the players and enjoy the atmosphere, snow and banter.



SNOW. My last day was a white out. The first snow of Vermont and a glorious send off.


Aiden, the naughtiest wild child in Vermont. But the best!
More photos on the photoblog.

Old article on food consciousness.
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