Two months ago I decided to travel the world full-time and without a home. I packed up my car, said farewell to house and home, and embarked on a journey that is proving to be as spiritual as it is geographical.

I just completed my two weeks in Arizona and wanted to share the experience with you. This first video is a brief overview montage of my first week. The second video chronicles in slightly more detail the story of my travels this first week.

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This Week’s Tapestry

Sometimes when I share the more intimate part of my travels, I like to use the tapestry of emotions, experiences, and lessons I’ve experienced along the way. I call it a tapestry because sacred travel feels, at least for me, like living art. It’s messy up close, yet when I look back on it from a distance, it somehow all makes sense.

This first week’s tapestry has been one of patience and tip toeing.

I started my travels in Flagstaff and Sedona, where I am familiar with the landscape, comfortable with the people, and among kindred souls. This way I could focus solely on getting here, without fully comprehending my choices and the open-ended future I am about to embark on into the great unknown and massive WORLD.

I fell ill my third day in Flagstaff and was practically confined to my hostel dorm room for two days. But I recovered quickly, forced myself out on at least one mini adventure (if even just for dinner or coffee) those two days I was sick, and emerged into a changed Flagstaff. Gripped by a bitter but glorious cold snap, the mountain/desert town fell to the clutches of a gentle but unrelenting snow during the night and my first day of freedom from my cold, I walked through flurries of gorgeous snow fall and spent my hours in a quaint cafe while watching the snow fall, first softly, then violently, and then softly again until I rushed back to my hostel late in the evening.

Toward the end of my week I departed north for Lake Powell, enjoying a stunning drive along the way…

Here is a brief account of the week’s travels with fantastic photographs I shot along the way:

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The Writing on the Wall

My lesson this week was:

Making changes takes a lot of energy and shifts a lot of things. We will often feel this physically. I almost immediately fell ill. But it was short and sweet and I let it be. The old me would have been frustrated. I had just embarked on a life altering journey! I was going to write 20 crazy pages of my novel per day and finish the book in 30 days and travel the world and blog about everything and take lots of pictures and achieve spiritual awakening and… and… and… my body reminded me to stop. Breathe. Be still. Be present.

This powerful lesson is not lost on me. I take each day as it comes now. I am not holding fast to any rules or any crazy ideas about what this experience is supposed to be like.

I invite you to consider any subtle or major changes you’ve recently made in your life or would like to make.

I find that when we make these changes we are beginning something – which often requires ending something else. This creation and destruction process takes its toll. We feel this physically, emotionally, spiritually. Sometimes it feels like resistance – like getting sick. We fight it. We get upset. We retaliate and pout.

But what if it’s just the natural clearing process? The natural breathing process to allow space for what we’re manifesting?

If you are experiencing anything in your life that may feel like resistance or challenge or disappointment… does it feel in this new light that it may be perfectly alright and a process of simply letting go and letting be? I’m not saying it definitely will be, but follow your gut on this one. And if maybe that’s the case…

I invite you to just let it in. Let it be. Let it go.

In the spirit of Anagamin: May You Never Return,

Jaime