Less than a week since my return, and once again I’m in the midst of more devising for the vecindad. I took a few days off to center myself back into L.A., but now I can see my focus sharpening like when the aperture of my DSLR is locked into the subject.
It’s a buoyant return to my movement, except that now I’m equipped with an even greater understanding of the self behind the motions. Like my movement through the microbuses of San Salvador, I’ve now seen just how adaptable I am to forces greater than my own. And like my journeying through the jungles of Peten in Guatemala, I’ve also seen just how far into the wilderness I’m willing to go.
Of course, there is only more from there. As I observed on the steep and winding roads through the Northern Sierra of Oaxaca, I’ve also seen just how much terrain I can withstand. And as I learned when I rode the bullet train from Tokyo to Osaka, and then once again in the opposite direction to find Hiroshima, I also know that I’m not afraid to try and try again until I find just where I need to be.
Once again I need to be in Los Angeles. There are milestones here that can only be reached if we keep our eyes on the prize, and well, I am right there; and I’m not going anywhere until we bring the gold home.
What do you say, L.A? We ready to make this Summer something fierce?