Drop Pin Me!

Shortly before biking over to Angkor Wat in Cambodia, 2012.

“So where do you think you want to be dropped?!” My friend Diane asked me as she pulled her hair to the side and took a bite out of her burrito.  I looked through the restaurant’s glass window and watched as rain poured down on yet another stormy day in Portland, Oregon. Diane was referring to a game that she, our friend Tom, and I came up with one sunny afternoon when we were a bit buzzed at a brewery.  It was one of those things where you have a couple beers and you start planning a rock band with your friends, you know….one of those things that you talk about, but never actually walk about.  But it hit me that stormy afternoon as we munched on our burritos that Diane was still very serious about this.

 

“South America or China, although…I am really open to wherever!”  I smiled and answered.  Yes, this would become something real, I decided right then and there. Why the hell not?  What do I have to lose except for some money, but I truly believe the idea that travel is the one thing that you can spend money on in which you will grow richer.  I realized that every travel experience I have ever had made my mind, body, and soul flourish.  This experience would be no different.

 In front of Gulfoss Waterfall in Iceland, a few days before Christmas 2016

Our creation that was just buzzed talk at first has now become a website thanks to Diane and her friend: http://www.droppinme.com.  The rules are that I do not find out where I am going until I get to the airport.  Please stop by and throw down a vote for me on what country you would like me to go to. Each vote is $1 through PayPal, although, if you don’t have PayPal you can pay through “Venmo” to my friend Diane (you’ll see it at the area where you vote on the site.)  The money will go to a charity that I choose in the country in which I will be “dropped.”

The rules are, you can’t send me to a country that I have already been to. For the record, these are the countries that I have visited: Bahamas, Cambodia, Canada, Cayman Islands, Czech Republic, Hungary, Iceland, Ireland, Jamaica, Mexico, Poland, Puerto Rico, Slovakia, Thailand, United States, Vietnam, Virgin Islands. Also, it has to be a country that is safe enough.  My friend Diane is monitoring my votes and will give me a heads up on what kind of weather that I can expect in the country that I’ll be dropped in so that I know what kind of clothing to pack. 

With friends at Phi Phi Leh Island near Phuket, Thailand.

This will be my one last hurrah this year before I start work again in Oregon in January.  I am so excited to be able to have an ultimate adventure of the unknown and to be able to help a good cause while I do it. I am thankful for any and all support.  I appreciate all of my followers on here and hope that you are enjoying your unknown adventures in wherever your journey has taken you too.  Peace out and stay tuned for my next post which will be a continuation from my Vision Quest Journey.
In my dad’s homeland of Budapest Hungary, 2011.

Materialistic Mindfulness

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After my first 10-day meditation retreat, something within me really snapped and shifted.  All of a sudden I wanted to get rid of a ton of personal belongings.  I still found a few items very meaningful: my journal, coffeemaker and hygienic tools were things that were important to me. However, my shelves upon shelves of dusty DVDs, CDs, books, and random knick-knacks felt heavy. Impulsively, I grabbed a few large garbage bags and just started pulling all of these items that felt heavy to me and gently placed them into the garbage bags.  Without thinking twice, I jetted the collected items over to my local thrift store and dropped them all of without looking behind.  I felt a lightness in my mental and physical state instantly.

Materialism has never been my thing, but especially since starting meditation in 2011, it seems that any fractal of interest in it has dwindled even more.  Almost a year into my 20-minute daily meditation practice, I was inspired to write a piece for Lightworkers World about how I feel in regards to the idea of physical things creating inner happiness. The deeper and deeper that I have gone into the depths of my soul, the further I have gotten from caring about comparing what others’ have to what I have. I have instead thought more and more about how I appreciate the things that I do have and truly taste the blessings that I am given on a daily basis.  The cravings for more lessen as I see how amazing it is that I have a fully stocked kitchen, efficient means of transportation, and ohhhhhh so much more!

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When I was visiting my sister on the East Coast over this past winter, I had a couple of Netflix binges and upon doing so came across an incredibly inspiring documentary entitled “Minimalism: A Documentary About the Important Things.”  The main two cast members of the documentary Joshua Fields Millburn and Ryan Nicodermus also have an inspiring website, The Minimalists, which you should definitely check out if you have time.  A lot of what they mentioned in their documentary was exactly the same thoughts that I had been having shortly after my first 10-day meditation retreat.  They touch upon the last few decades of American culture and how it has heavily influenced our consumer mindset.  We have somehow been driven to think that things create happiness, but as the late George Carlin would state “trying to be happy by accumulating possessions is like trying to satisfy hunger by taping sandwiches all of your body.”

Over the last six years, I have moved about eight times (what can I say, a spiritual awakening can cause a bit of chaos, hehe) and one of the moves was cross-country. With each move, my amount of possessions has lessened and I find myself only holding onto the things that I find necessary.  Not having a whole lot of clothes makes life so much easier to me and the few clothing items that I do have are my absolute favorite, so I get excited to wear them.  Everything that I own, besides some old mementos stored in family and friends’ attics, fits into my vehicle. It feels so freeing to be able to pick up and go to a new place if my heart is calling it, I feel incredibly blessed to be able to do this.

I am excited to see a lot of other people feeling the same way about materialism, how it’s not truly all that it’s cracked up to be.  Advertisements are unfortunately always going to be around as long as money is around, but at least as we get more and more in touch with ourselves and remembering who we truly are, we will be able to get less swayed by those advertisements.  How are you feeling about all the things that surround you right now?  Do you truly need all of it?  Or might you be able to donate some of those extra items that you haven’t touched in ages?

344Everything that I owned in 2011 as I made my way from the Midwest to the West Coast of the U.S.

As always, please comment and share your thoughts with me, I love feedback 🙂

Take care, much peace and love!  ❤

Freak Alley

On a recent solo road trip I took to visit a friend in Salt Lake City, I stopped in Boise as an interval to break up the long drive. I had never been to Boise, I honestly wasn’t quite sure what to expect except for maybe a lot of potato references. There was actually no mention of potatoes my whole time there. Instead, I met a handful of joyful and friendly residents of Boise, some of who showed me the beautiful culture of the city. One friend brought me down a road called “Freak Alley” which is a whole alleyway dedicated to graffiti art drawn by local residents. As we strolled down the alleyway, I got absolute chills (it helped that a group of three young men were in a circle in the middle of the alleyway serenading us with jazz tunes–one on drums, one on guitar and one on the trumpet.)

I went back the next afternoon to snap shots of all the art that moved me. I had been feeling pretty lonely during a lot of my solo road trip and this art work I came across touched me in a way that I needed it to the most at that time. I realized that this is the beauty of art–these artists, who knows where they are right now, but they were with me that night and day that I viewed their work. Kindred spirits, all of them. Check out their amazing work below:

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