Backpacking Aftermath

               I've returned. Returned to this blog, returned to North America and more importantly returned to my previous mindset. I'm back and sorry I never said goodbye. I never knew I was leaving and I wish to never go again. It wasn't the brightest of places I've been. My last blog was over 6 months ago and I am not proud of how the time sense has been spent. I'm not sure where my goals went when my body arrived at "home." I got caught up in indulgence and the American way of life. I found it impossible to be on my own frequency yet to connect with the people of my surroundings. It's not to say they don't exist here, I just didn't try hard enough to seek those whom may understand my tone. I chose to become a drinking drone instead of the wiser decision of remaining alone. I dumbed myself down and numbed out the sound of my higher conscience. I never thought it to be possible, once my vail of ignorance had been lifted I assumed the position I was gifted; yet my need for stimulation caused a fluctuation in my vibration.
         It's taken 6 months of 'Killingtime' in order for me to get back on track. I've created change fast and my future still holds a pretty radical path. After a few months of Bartending in Killington I have not saved up the money I had hoped to send me on my next adventure out of this country. I have however developed a great position in a warm restaurant that feels like family; to the extent that I even contemplated sticking around for the summer to discover what the mountain may bring after spring. Yet another opportunity awaits and my instinct told me it t'was my fate. Thus I venture to New Hampshire where I shall work as a white water rafting guide and event manager of North Waters Outfitters --- http://beoutside.com/
           I look forward to reconnecting my mind and body on the frequency of this planet; to being in nature with the unknown spontaneity around every corner of all my undefined days. It seems this foreseen change of wind has encouraged me to begin the trek back to my highest version of being. My first step is in motion, Step 1: Continue writing- blog and journal entries!

Rhythmic Expression, Poetic Possession

Killingtime 
These days are filled with time that I drown in.
Time to kill before it kills me.
I stay still as time moves and the motions of previous notions grow stale.
The cold winter air chills the desires, the reasons for one to be admired.
Soon I will sink if I don't face this brink of oblivion.

It's a reality that wasn't real to me, this society of 9-5 work and grind.
I don't function well in these conformities and normalities.
The change I desire is hard to transpire while living for the sake of making money.
The green dream runs a machine world and hands become soft; the mind becomes one tracked as time gets traded and life becomes jaded.

That's not my life.
It may have been a moment or a glimpse of darkness when I lost power.
Yet the lessons obtained will remain even as I refrain from all I can gain.
As I stood still, time moved on and my mind ran.
It ran laps around my ambitions as I contemplated all the things I should be doing.
The intention is there and the devotion will come like a breath of fresh air.
As I breathe in new surroundings my life force of change is fed.
No more eating stale bread and wondering why I still have hunger.
No longer will I blunder and sit in this cloud I am under.

What is bringing in this light I wonder?
The seasons of change welcome spring and the bells of reasoning ring.
As life sprouts from the ground I grow like that of which is around.
I feel the sound surround me and I'm elevated by these vibrations.
Alterations in concentrations and releasing of frustrations.
Blossoming beginnings and putting forth energy towards the light source.

As the sun shines with opportunities my eyes glisten in the bliss I was missing.
I am returned to myself after taking a hiatus from my higher conscience.
My frequency is in tune as I remove the static from my life and I resume.