So by now, you all probably know that I’m a full time nomad. I have no home. I’m living on the road. All by choice. And I’ve been loving it. I’m the kind of person who loves change and therefore this type of lifestyle fits me well. Right now my life is kind of work hard, play hard style. My photography work seems to come in waves. I was fully booked the last two weeks of January and worked really long days and did a lot of editing. So before gearing up for another round of work starting Feb 18th, I decided to take a little Oregon roadtrip to fill my creative tank with all of the whimsical energy of the pacific northwest. I spent the past ten days driving around the great state of Oregon in an old volvo station wagon visiting friends, casually completing some work projects and allowing myself to be fully inspired.
Yesterday I posted a question to my facebook friends: what’s the most magical place you’ve ever been? I got responses from over twenty-five of my friends sharing places like Iceland, Cinque Terre and beaches in Costa Rica. After spending the past month on the west coast of the United States, I’m starting to dream of new destinations. I’m feeling particularly attracted to spiritual places like the west coast of Costa Rica, Bali and India. However, today, on my drive from Eugene to Bend, Oregon I was reminded that magic and spiritual experiences are all around us, we just have to be open to them.
Surprise! I’m back in the states. San Francisco to be exact. And I’ll be back in the damn whimsical state of Oregon starting this weekend. And then back to San Francisco again. Last you may have heard, I was in Copenhagen, Denmark. And I was planning on being there for a while. It’s one of my soul places in the world. One of the places were I just feel so authentically me. Leaving Copenhagen ((temporarily)) was one of the hardest decisions I’ve had to make this year; luckily we’re only four weeks into 2016. But it wasn’t really that hard of a decision because I had such a strong intuition that heading back to California was what I needed to do.
On New Years Eve, I fell down a whole flight of stairs. A whole flight of very steep stairs with about 15 steps. Ouch. That hurt. I hurt. My body hurts. My self-esteem hurts. My pride hurts. I guess it happens. These things. We injure ourselves. We get sick. We suffer from disease. Or maybe just from heartbreak. It seems many of these things have impacted me over the course of the past few years. After the brutal fall, I spent the first day of the year on bed rest. I was unable to move, was couch-surfing a friend’s couch for the week and was in a lot of emotional and physical pain.
Let’s talk about the concept of Danish hygge. With the holidays in full swing, hygge vibes are super strong around Copenhagen. Over the past few months, I’ve seen the concept of hygge gaining international popularity. Tons of articles by mainstream American news outlets and magazines have written about hygge and many of my American friends (love you guys) have started playing with the concept. While Americans are clearly vibing with the concept of hygge, I’ve noticed that we aren’t super clear on what hygge truly is to Danish culture. And if I’m being just a touch honest, I have a problem with that because it’s not actually an accurate representation of such a central part of Danish culture. So what I say is let’s educate ourselves around what hygge authentically is and then go off an enjoy it as you’d like.