Lousiville, KY 9/19

This is what happens when you leave your comfort zone:

You find yourself meeting strangers who remind you of past lovers.

Strangers find that you remind them of their 30-year old self, 30 years ago.

You drive to the wrong side of town, then, minutes later, you find yourself sitting, sipping tea that tastes like camp fire, where newspaper comics serve as doilies, across the street from the wrong side of town, where the bright blue neon lights of the White Castle reflect on your antique porcelain mug.

It's easy to forget to breath when you're sharing the same air.

Yesterday, we explored Bloomington, Indiana. I got spoiled by the wooded pathways on the University grounds. Collective housing, co-op grocer's, a pot luck house show at The Switchyard, and a-cappella singing sisters, set an excellent atmosphere for breathing. But meditating inside a Buddhist monastery and practicing sun-salutations beneath prayer flags strung from the leafy-green skies, was the ultimate breath of fresh air.

We made it to Louisville, after an unnecessarily long amount of time spent in the car. Apparently, a 2 hour jaunt turns into nearly 5 hours, when the city announces a bridge closer, due to cracks.. Less frustrating when you find out the reason for the extended car confinement.

Looking forward to the first day off, tomorrow. I have hopes of walking in woods, meditating and writing and exploring a little further outside the cramped quarters of the comfort zone.