Day 5~I’ve been high-I’ve been low

So unfortunately as the theory goes-what goes up must come down. 

Although I’ve been blessed to be in high spirits throughout this trip, the bus ride to Muir Woods this morning left me extremely nauseated and by the time we reached Sausalito I had lost my debit card and was feeling extremely disoriented. 

That’s not to say that I didn’t enjoy the incredible experience of getting to see a truly beautiful natural reserve spotlighted by rays of sunshine peaking through massive trees. 

My sense of comfort was just shaken a bit when I realized I only have $20 cash for the rest of the trip.

The forest was much more subtle than I expected, either that or my rose colored glasses are fading. What is good about that is I can appreciate things on a more realistic level not glorifying what the earth provides as something it’s not, but appreciating nature for what it is. 

I spent the afternoon at Fisherman’s Warf trying to release that sense of insecurity by taking in the simple nature of sea lions and of course the comfort of Ghirardelli chocolate.  

We were then served breakfast for dinner which can turn any day around-I don’t care what you say.

After that we walked to the modern art museum to find a line curving around the corner of the building-I had never seen so much enthusiasm for art museums. Many of the people there dressed in hipster style and looked like they were in their twenties-thirties. 

What interests me most about modern art is the way it levels everyone off. Very intelligent people will be the first to admit that they have no clue what a piece is trying to convey and where the artist is coming from. 

It can be very hit or miss-I really enjoyed photography that spoke of individual stories, such as a suicide rescue. However, I will never quite understand how a black canvas can pass as insightful. 

The experience of bonding with some of my group members by laughing at these trivial concepts was fun. 

A piece that really made me serious up was titled “lovers discourse” and showed a video of a man and a women talking circling a dark room on a projector. 

It struck me how the artist had used the space to really share how that reality  is experienced in the mind. 

Really that unity of exploring how each of our lives are felt and experienced is the goal of any type of art.  I thought of dancing and how we use our bodies to take what is concrete-our bodies-and express our abstract souls. 

If you’ve gotten lost in these last two paragraphs-let me bring you back up to the surface. Today I learned as humans sometimes we need to be shaken in order to be awakened. I still plan on eventually moving here and developing a further research of what the people and culture have to offer.