This year for my birthday I fully intend to live the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything. In other words, I will probably come out the other side of this year understanding far less than I do now. And with a lot more questions. Perhaps that was Douglas Adams's point all along.
And how will I go about seeking to understand less and finding more questions? By digging into life more.
Since my last update, I have started playing ukulele again (ask me to play you a wildly out of rhythm rendition of Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah), driven to remote areas to eavesdrop on conversations in languages I don't understand (laughter and emotion never lie), and started attending Mooji Satsang on the veranda of Grace's beach front bungalow (watching Mooji's face flap in the wind on the projector sheet never gets old, plus the message always relevant to my life in eerily specific ways).
Each week after Mooji Satsang, I walk home along a dark stretch of beach where lightning strikes out over the Gulf and the warm air sticks to my skin. The season is changing.
Monsoon has finally hit the Gulf islands full throttle, and everyone is fleeing. Sideways rain, high tides, and crashing waves move in. Pleasant sunny days give way to overcast sky and muggy, humid air. I've just finished the 4th draft of my novel and sent it off to an array of beta readers. It's time for an adventure. And as we all know, adventures are the best ways to seek answers and find questions.
Next week, I head back to Chiang Mai--my first venture off island since January. All those traffic lights and stop signs and people and bookshops. Imagine the possibilities. Meetups and road trips and book buying are on the horizon. I hope I don't short circuit.
What sort of adventures should I dig into this year? What sort of answers should I seek to discover even better questions?
Until next time friends. Stay mostly harmless.
