Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Warm Concrete Feet

It's early Sunday morning (Oct 19th), well early by Buenos Aires standards - 10 am. This great leviathan of a city, that just a few months ago seemed somewhat dormant and gray, is beginning to warm itself on the coals of the spring sun.

The blaze of heat that I used to feel on the bottoms of my feet while walking on the summer sidewalks in San Diego has begun to find its way beneath me once again. Although this time, instead of my destination being the hot sand of a Southern California beach, I find myself arriving to rooftops terraces and inner city parks. Sure, next to friends and family there are few things that I miss more than a salty wind, the calming, blanketing sound of ocean waves and endless blue horizon, but at the same time I am not here to find a bluer ocean, just a different one.

Last weeks thunderstorms have brought waves of green to the trees here, and the warm sidewalks and electric blue skies seem to have brought a freshness to some people's step. Corners of mouths seem to turn up a little bit easier. The concrete will always be concrete but there's something different about it when spring's green and summer's breath descend upon and through the people that live within it.

I unboxed my paints last week and made a trip to the art store to replace some of the art supplies that remain locked away in our storage container waiting for a home. My brushes have laid quiet for too long and it seems they have much to say, so I am going to let them speak. The endless search for the art/yoga studio space rages on however we draw closer by the day.

Currently Reading:
The History of Argentina
by Daniel K. Lewis


Currently Listening To:
artist: STATE RADIO
album:
Up Against the Crown

Friday, October 10, 2008

Beautiful Chaos

There are some days that are harder for me than others to put into perspective. It feels like I've been having a lot of those of late. I sit here, in a small lofted room in Buenos Aires and watch online the economy of US continue to spiral downward while two men are in a heated race for President. It makes for an odd backdrop in my mind as I walk through the streets of Argentina. I'm living in a place that I'm learning to call my home, while simultaneously being infused with the chaotic events of the place where I've always known my home to be.

I think it's safe to say that I don't feel like I've ever lived through a more transitional and pivotal point in history. I'm reading George Orwell's the Lion and the Unicorn, which he wrote in 1941, and found myself connecting to some of the words he wrote almost seventy years ago. The connection for me wasn't with the socialist ideas presented, but rather with his discontent with England's ruling class at the time, and his deep yearning for change. His deep yearning for revolution. For me, for the first time in a long time I feel like there's a chance for change in America. I saw it at the US Embassy two days ago where everyone, including myself, seemed to be voting for Barack Obama.

Am I worried what's going on? Why should I? Life's too short. I'd rather soak these beautifully chaotic times in. They're here whether we like them or not, and it isn't often that we get to experience them through the course of our lives. Plus, they say it's always darkest before the dawn. There's no way to know when that dawn will be, but it will come. It always does.

Currently Reading:
The Lion and the Unicorn
by George Orwell


Currently Listening To:
FDR's Fireside Chats
&
Blood in My Eyes

by Bob Dylan