Walking through a kaleidoscope of colors, filled with authentic art, vibrant food, doors to the unknown and a radiant energy filling the streets. As we accompanied many curious travelers, whom were passing through day by day, we felt safe, welcomed, and respected in the beautiful historic town. This is San Miguel de Allende.
Woke up in casa Air B&B. Cosimo took me upstairs to the rooftop terrace, where the sun was beginning to rise over the eastern sky. The sun filled us up on this beautiful clear morning. We park the car and begin our walking adventure! We are led by heart, into markets, shops, art galleries, and museums. The town is exploding with colors every step we take. The more we stumble upon the cobbled back roads, the more we get a taste of the vibrancy. The warm colors paint our hearts, as we soak up the authentic details of the old historical town.
The locals were very respectful to tourism and travelers such as ourselves, many smiles on faces as we wandered the streets. We capture moments, take rest stops for tea, indulge in street sweet treats, rooftop nap on the terrace, more tea time, and play in the colorful artsy shops. The town is a warm rainbow; as if all of my favorite colors threw up on the city and painted its skin with life. We walk on our path knowing that all those colors fill us up. We will continue to spill out our authentic colors every step we take.
In Zen Buddhism, an 'ensō' is a circle that is hand-drawn in one or two uninhibited brushstrokes to express a moment when the mind is free to let the body create.
Sophie, a soul that I briefly met once before, with her partner, after they stayed at my father's property when visiting California from Holland. It wasn't until our chance encounter during golden hour at Echo Beach in Canggu, Bali that we met again. There was this exchange of energy with the couple, that when I met them, I felt right to put the time and effort into the relationship. It just flowed, we flowed.
At the time, Sophie was nurturing her creative life in Bali, by checking up on her jewelry production, which was being produced locally, while also taking a spontaneous detour to enjoy the Island of the Gods with her partner. I've seen Sophie's work (photography) through her Instagram, and it was something that I was very fond of–abstract, moody, and raw. It didn't strike me as anything ordinary, in fact the exact opposite, which I was mentally and physically drawn to.
We had planned to get together, along with a make-up artist and a stylist to join in the creative project (whom as a result, did not end up joining us). The simplicity of the work of Sophie and I unaccompanied, was in fact the whole vibe itself.
Creative life takes form, just like a river in a storm.
"Woman's eyes flash as they create...their faces flush with life, their hair shines...excited by the idea, aroused by the possibilities impassioned by the very thought, and are meant to flow outward and continuously on their own unparalleled creative path."
"...the one who is aroused, the one who in her heart rushes to touch everything she can to make grow takes the form of this river." [Women Who Run with the Wolves]
Sophie and I met at the crack of dawn. She had some ideas to begin with, which she showed me previously, but these just came as a source of inspiration. It was just us and the nature surrounding.
The circular bond between two beings. The flow of energy within each body, and those bodies surrounding us. Me, Sophie and the nature in flow, creating waves of vibrations, moving in all directions. Some vibrations you can hear, like the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks at my feet. Some vibrations you can see, like the subtle breeze as it brushes against my scalp. Others, you can feel, like the sunshine crystallizing on my face.
My head space was empty. I felt the linen brush against my skin, the ocean splash across my ankles... it was as if Sophie wasn't even there, as if I was there, present among all the vibrations of the universe forming a circle around me.
The song of no mind—the lucid melody of nature at play.
"There is a continual dance of creation and annihilation, of mass changing into energy and energy changing to mass. Transient forms sparkle in and out of existence, creating a never-ending, forever newly created reality."
Sophie's brain sends an impulse to her fingers, which share a vibration to the camera, to trigger the lens to close and open manually. What we know as taking a photo is a choreographed dance of vibrations which will never be danced the same one-way again.
This dance never stops.
Activate your beating drum resonating inside of you. This melody can serve as a tool for you to access - a paintbrush to create.
Tune into your melody. Swim in the waters. Dance to the ecstasy of the inner flow.