Friendships......

When we set off on our journey we asked ourselves what our intentions were.  The primary intention was to encounter people who we would develop deep long lasting connections with.  To have those conversations that go beyond the ordinary and transform life into something magical and truly worth living. 

Of course on the surface that is a lot to ask for.....though on the other hand, why not?  We didn't have any place that we really had to see, or any travel goals such as to experience Mont Saint Michel, as glorious as any of those places may be.  In fact, as we have been moving thru our sacral journey, it's surprising how few museums, classical sights, we have responded to.  A verification for me that the life force, though it can be both represented and to some degree embodied in a work of art or music or architecture or sacred place.....that really the FEELING of vitality that pours through the world is very much dependent upon both living creatures, plants, humans, living systems such as healthy green environments, clean water & air.....that is where I feel the life force most strongly.

And at a heart level, there is nothing as satisfying as human authentic open-hearted contact, the love that is exchanged between people.  And that requires a certain respect, willingness, openness.....including the ability to not know what may spontaneously arise.

We've been very fortunate to have amazing people showing up in each place we land..... deep soul connection with souls....where the encounter takes us out of the ordinary into something both transcendent and inspiring. And each time this happens there is both the feeling and the promise that we will meet again.  The solidification of tribe and fractal connections through senses, touch, smell and communication.  

And how moving to be offered this ongoing "my house is always open to you" invitation, that we are indeed part of the extended family of lovers/friends/companions/family that at our deepest roots all of humanity desires. 

Hugs,
Max

 

Where else but vienna?

I'm often blessed by the awareness that the sacral adventure is not alive unless one is expanding into new horizons. Tonight I'm laying on the floor beneath a bosendorfer grand listening to our friends playing a live jam.....not jazz american style, but classical mozart, schubert, brahms, violin & viola....phillipe chiming in with dance and song.  Reminds me of how sensitive our brains/heart/endochrine systems are to acoustic music, no mikes, no cd, no digital sampling. Somehow the audible as well as non-audible acoustic spaces are filled with romance and silent messages.  Closing my eyes I can see powdered wigs and scent bottles and stuffy embroidered velvet & stain, the colors melting from one age to another, simple human emotion filling the gaps between. 

Ibiza revisited.......

We had the most amazing experiences in Ibiza, truly memorable.  Fortunately we were invited by our friend Will, who had landed there from Barcelona.  He introduced us to David & Vero, who were busy cleaning the hostel where we stayed.  They turned out to be the most lovely & beautiful friends, who totally adopted us under their wing.  As a result we were able to visit the sacred caves & special beaches, delicious restaurants that we would not have found on our own.  And certainly developed a lively friendship that can endure into the future.  


There's many things I could say about the energy of Ibiza, perhaps will save that for another entry.  Mostly we have been offline, as it was difficult to get internet connections there, and since we have been focusing our energies elsewhere.  However, I have a few more days till we are off the grid again to catch up with our journey.....


Ciao, 
Max

The Port of Amsterdam

This place! After spending a few lovely days in Devon (a seaside English village called Teignmouth) with sweet  new friends (we did lots of Human Design readings), we took a quite luxurious ferry boat ride overnight and arrived in the bustling, large village of the Dutch...I think it's really a Doctor Suess-land...everybody has big open faces with overly dramatic facial expressions and funny shaped heads/hairdo's...and the language is kooky/sweet and rhythmical..I expect to see Sneetches on furry 10 foot tall bicycles, and hairy striped trees...
We have been going through lots of emotional intensity and communication challenges (both within relationship and technically, ie. phones, cards, computers, moneys) and we have been expanding and learning alot about ourselves and each other in the process. It's always a stretch to dive into life without knowing what's next, pushing through resistances ( alot of what i am learning is to do with discriminating between what is pushing through resistance, and what is reacting to conditioned pressure)...and such satisfaction comes when we take the time to really know if something that appears, in the mind or in manifestation, is right or not...and then there is Timing...can I breathe enough to wait and enjoy the divine timing?
After a rough evening, Max and I went our separate ways for a few hours ( always a good thing!) and I decided to get lost in Amsterdam, walking the canals aimlessly (with some assistance from the "coffee shop" (winkwink)), and I began to dance! I danced my way through the cobble stones and playgrounds, bike roads and bridges, stared at by some, glared at by others, silently appreciated by yet fewer...and I was re-set.....
the next day I gave myself a little balletclass in our very spacious apartment...the first ballet in 3 years...very  healing.
We went through a sacral questioning process in the gorgeous Vondelpark, of "where next?" And "what do we want this to look like?" and we came up with warm, sunny, relaxing, open...and when I got on the computer later saw that Will is in Ibiza, loving it so much that he is staying longer...and Poof, we are on a plane tonite to join our magnificent friend!!!
Phillipe

Biking thru Amsterdam

There's a lot one could say about Amsterdam, an intriguing combination of light & shadows.  My most memorable experience is the ease of jumping on bike and entering the bicycle expressway....even at 2 am....all kinds of humanity, mothers with kids in tow, people commuting to work, going to market, and most elegantly crusing thru the parks and lakes enjoying the play of sun & clouds passing overhead.  Seems to me a most exquisite expression of democracy, that anyone has the right to a vehicle and space on the road (there are bicycle freeways, not just bike lanes) and freedom to move with ease, sustainable, green, non-petoleum, good exercise and fun!  What seems like danger (stepping into a bike lane unawares watch out!), the apparent chaos of intersecting lanes & traffic, somehow people weave together in a road dance that is magical. It reminded us most of burning man at night, people flowing in all directions, creating a web of movement that is like contact improv.

Perhaps my 'reflection' upon amsterdam today (as opposed to 40 years ago living nearby)......is that it's a stage set from history that is now filled with a new tone & rhythm, it doesn't quiet match.  The picture perfect world of flower pots above the boats in the canals, busty young women carrying leeks to market, arching magical bridges to roam listening to a violin playing above....all these images of our northern venice....is not what amsterdam is today.  Rather a vibrant, pulsing experiment in blending polar extremes of humanity, watching & listening to see how we all can survive & love together.     MaxAaron

Weekend in Devon, Teignmouth

Oh to be a wee person crawling through the landscape of Devon, disappearing into a magical image of hobbits and windswept moors. Glad to escape the bustle of London to visit my dear friend Grace, landing in Teignmouth, a coast town in western England.  Welcomed by the warm generosity of Sarah & her children, staying in a beautiful funky elegant house overlooking the sea.  Today we took a jaunt to Totnes, a rainbow-hippy-hobbit town, and over the hills along single lane hedgerow streets to a lovely 10th century manor house gardens, and up to the moors overlooking Devon.  We had a laugh at Sarah's attempt to describe the moors....asking 'what is a moor exactly'....the answer being something like "windswept empty rocky landscapes with lumpy bits of shrubbery and sheep & wild ponies!"  and indeed there was a soft lumpiness to the texture of the soft ground as we took off our shoes and wandered amongst the granite.  Had a long day of trampsing and talking and cheesecake, interspersed with Human Design readings for the family.  Around midnight Phillipe & I took a walk along the beach, following the old railroad tracks and listening to the waves crashing gently against the shore.

One thing I've verified again, seeing the contrast between my response to city, country and eletromagnetics in general.....that my sacral was feeling quite fried in London, as much as I might be enjoying the intensity of it, feeling cranky and disconnected from my inner authority.  As a result slipping into some wonderful shadow consciousness and wanting to escape (more on that another time).  Just a few hours later by the seaside, negative ions, and the sweet salt air.....I could feel my sacral response again and orient my soul in this universe.  Of course that would not be true for everyone's design, just something that seems reliable for me as a cave man type, needing to strip my aura back down to essentials is so important to be able to feel my inner reality.  The deep deep quiet of the moors was a great reprieve to experience that.

Tomorrow back to London on the train and ferry to Amsterdam.....looking forward to more time on the sea.    Max

OMG I am a tourist!

When we first arrived in Londontown, I said to myself, I don't wanna do those typical things, forget Big Ben and the palaces LaDiDa...Well yestaday I wetn totally Gaga for the huge old buildings and the spectacle and the history and the wow West End ( where I knew stories about almost all of the old theatres! and the Savoy Hotel! so glamouous and again, huge!....we walked the city for 12 hours, and apparently only saw a tiny piece of the city ( though i am sure it's the best bits)..exhausted, we came home on the last tube (I love the tube, its so fast and easy to follow!, London is so space aged and ancient at the same time).
An interesting thing I noticed, is how many statues of powerful women there are in this city...at the amazing Royal Albert Monument and Hall, his statue is surrounded by four groups of women, each representing a land, Europe, America, Asia, and Africa. Each group is 4 warriors of antiquity probably one a queen, all different, astride a fierce animal, bare breasted and beautiful in their power. I later came upon another staue of one of the first queens of England, who kept out the Roman Hordes in 65 Ad or some such...
I have never seen such a celebration of female power, which makes me feel that the matriarchal society is really not so far behind us. We would never have those statues in the USA...
Today was full of walking again, on the Thames, with a pint of Ale and something I quite love, meat pie, or pasties...did not expect to like Brit food!
Then we stopped in a tunnel where a guy was playing cello, and Max knew something was about to happen...there was great expectation in the air as we saw this beatiful man begin to dance, in the middle of the walk, on the stones...it was so magical, with the masses of people interacting as they walked by, or ignoring..just part of the dance. So when he started his second number ( he was also being filmed) I was compelled to join him! And it was an amazing 4 minutes! This is what I came here to do, and the synchronicity was simply affirming...we had so so may moments of not knowing where to go, what to do next, and just waiting...sitting on the side of the road, standing and waiting, to be moved...and this moment so perfectly arises! I love having loose plans and throwing them all to hell when it just doesn't feel "real" is how I say it..We walked agian for 10 hours today! My feet are exhausted, my back hurts...maybe a weekend in the country, or by the seashore?  So now to bed!
Phillipe

Revisiting my London past >>>>>>>>>

Wow, we put in a very long day trampsing thru London-town, must have put in at least 20 miles on foot around.  We are staying with our lovely friend Julia, a GeneKey friend, who has been gracious to extend her flat to us.

I lived in London & Europe for a year between high school and college, one of the best years of my life.  It seems like distant place in the past, and indeed is, though I was curious to find my old stomping grounds and explore any memories.

Luckily the house I lived in back then was easy to find, a block from Royal Albert Hall at Hyde Park Gate.  It's interesting for me to review our consciousness influences our experience.  For example, at the time as a young man, I was immersed in the emotional and hormonal waves of music, arts, philosophy and the moodiness of discovering myself.  However, so of the rich experiences that I could have availed myself of.....I didn't.....out of fear, insecurity, lack of money, fear of unknown, etc, etc.

And in addition, I was noticing so many details of London today in great detail, my consciousness crystal clear.  And curious to remember the emotional and psychological blur of youth.  Like didn't I notice all this stuff around me at that time?

The second piece of history that struck me today is the powerful resonance of soul manifestation, the gratitude that comes from being given a beautiful and powerful experience.  Here I was at age 19, living two doors down from the home of Winston Churchill, the birthplace of Virginia Wolf, the author Enid Bagnold (who Phillipe actually knew who that obscure person was), in addition to a famous explorer and poet.  And two blocks away from some of the most amazing concert halls and music academies and museums in the world.  

So I am wondering, although on one level I was immersed in that world of art & music (I taught piano and was nanny to two young girls in an american household)....was it perhaps through some psychic blending that I was feeling all the wisdom that was embodied on that small street.....1/2 block long cul-de-sac, filled with history, today the home of multi-millionaires and embassies.....but at that time just a place to call home.

And at the same time, as we venture and meet amazing but simple souls along our path, how many of these people are also pivoting history around them, consciously or unconsciously, by playing the role of a map-maker, a portal-keeper, a way-seer.  

More tomorrow!

Max

Europa,Europa

I have always wanted to travel the world, and I have, in my imagination, from childhood on. My parents were always very multicultural, taking us to foreign films,listening to music from around the world, as well as literature from other lands ( even fairy tales.) I never identified as "American", it actually often embarrassed me to be seen as one. And I just never got the chance...and then there was that whole 20 some odd year span where I was conditioned to believe that I didn't need to go anywhere, because I contained the universe inside me...which is true...and it isnt. I have a feeling that I will be a very different person after the next few months, don't know how...it just seems so. People are always shocked that I have never been abroad, I seem so "cosmopolitan"...and now is the beginning of the realization  of myself as the global citizen I have always known myself to be...and I have with me the most dashing, daring, in the moment, romantic, expansive partner ...everyday is an adventure anywhere, much less in a strange land...I am so blessed!
Phillipe            

Preparing for the next leg of our journey.....

Phillipe & I have been feeling the pull to Europe, and envisioning being there for a couple years now.  One of the things we see consistently is that the magnetism of life pulls so strongly through our visual cortex, bringing up beautific visions and words that correspond to some future yearning and desire.  At the same time, listening to our sacral centers, it is always a question of right timing and aligning with the forces of nature, the primal intelligence that is is out there and inside awaiting.  Often my 'g-center*' gives me a very specific feeling of being drawn in a particular direction, and with it a feeling of immediacy, get off your butt and go there now!  However, the sacral adventure requires intense concentrated patience, as often these visions are accompanied by a "wait for the right moment" temperance.

So sometimes those visions lead to experience and action, sometimes they lead to dreams.  How to know the difference?  Wait and see and feel what is happening energetically.

For us, the moment has arrived, after a series of unusual, humorous and freakish events, we nonetheless board our Brit Air plane for London tomorrow (solstice eve), monday night.

There are so many things I "could do" to prepare.  Such as pack, make a budget, prepared snacks for the plane, clean my room, email friends in europe.  All things that might seem intelligent and necessary.  But one thing I've learned along this sacral journey, if nothing else, is to be a taoist when it comes to action::  align with my soul & heart & spirit, and the actions will follow, and with those actions, the energy to bring them to fruition.

So what am I feeling now?  Everyone else in our household fell asleep hours ago.  I'm not sleepy, but I am tired, the kind of bone tired that lets me know this body will sleep well.  So I'm inspired that FINALLY there was a real response inside to 'initiating' this blog-fest, slow in fruition and blessed in it's reality.   When I wake up there will perhaps be that internal jiggle, butterflies that always accompany me upon travel transitions, bringing with it the energy to move physical matter from one continent to another.

For all those who would wish desire hope eat pray love to be in other lands with us, I invite you to join us!

Love,

Maximus