I had so many plans for this trip, but now they’ve ground to a stand still. I was going to publicise my book, send excerpts to magazines, send press releases to all kinds of publications. I was going to write a novel and a companion study book to DOORWAY TO ECSTASY. I’d work on organizing seminars, learn ballroom dance from the onboard teachers. I’d even contemplated buying a new digital video camera to shoot some instructional dvds for Richard’s tai chi and my choreographies. I’d walk at least 3 miles around the decks, work out with weights in the spa, see as many sites as possible and study the top flight entertainers as they did their acts. And oh yes, post to this blog.
When I asked Richard what he planned to do besides teach his classes, he said, “Be on vacation.” I’ve been so full steam ahead for so long, that thought had never even occurred to me. I decided to give it a try.
So, except for this blog, which finds me floundering around, I’ve come to a full stop. In my self-enforced leisure, my creative energy boils over and drips aimlessly onto the deck. New impressions come in with such force, that I actually feel them as a tangible substance, streaming into my eyes, hitting my brain and exploding with incomprehensible intensity. The natural wonders, the man made cities and art, the passengers and their stories—some are taking their 15th world cruise, the people we watch as our bus passes throught the landsacpe of their lives, these experiences will all be the substance of my future creations. Can’t wait to see what they turn into. I’ve been pumping it out—the book, the dances, the teaching. It’s been one giant exhale. Now, my cup is empty and open to new impressions. Now, I inhale.
