...trapped on the Mexican Riviera...dreaming of someday returning to the land of my birth as, forlorn, I wander la playa, toes licked by the cooling waters of the Caribbean...thinking about getting some more of those enchiladas de mole and perhaps a margarita for lunch...but meager consolation in the sad life of an exile...ever longing for a home country that remains out of reach...un hombre sin pais...identificacion perdido...tears water my keyboard as I peer out the window of my thatch-roofed cabana at the pellucid blue waves and swaying palm trees...okay, admittedly, as exiles go, I’m not exactly Solzhenitsyn...
...nonetheless, a week ago today, my passport disappeared somewhere between customs and the Coconut Bar at the Cancun airport...necessitating a series of $95 each way cab rides between Tulum and Cancun and a Kafkaesque obstacle course of desks, forms, and fees...and that was just the first of two necessary visits to the open-on-occasion U.S. consulate in Cancun...in the end, realizing there was no way to fulfill the goals of my yoga retreat and still be allowed back into the country of my birth on schedule...like, I should be home, now, and yet that Caribbean wind keeps blowing through my window and my shaggy sun-bleached hair...
...as you might imagine, this did at first have a bit of a negative effect on my quest for inner peace and self-realization...but not, in the long run, much of one...in fact, like the ear infection I had last year, I think it might’ve been useful, in a roundabout sense...the angst it brought up keeping me out of la-la land...at least enough to allow for a certain continuity...to where daily life flows in and out instead of being escaped from...
...listen, everybody loves orgasms...orgasms are great...the more the better...but the fact is that they don’t last very long and most of the time...for the vast, vast majority of moments in your life...you’re simply not having one...and a yoga retreat, anyway, is not an orgasm...
...guess that’s obvious...but, anyway, the point is shouldn’t be one...though, yeah, if you offered me a week long orgasm in Mexico, I’d certainly take it...
...the point, though, is continuity, and applicability...am I just getting blissed out and then going home to the same old shit or am I in some way going forward?...is personal transformation happening in any meaningful sense or is it more like Bruce Banner turning into the Hulk and then going right back to being Bruce Banner...except his clothes are all ripped up...except the part of his pants around the crotch...even though pants are generally tightest around the belt, and, when they get too tight, the button at the waist’s the first thing that goes, somehow the Hulk’s privates always remaining private?
...this is a terrible analogy...and I’ve lost it, anyway....I’m talking about the distinction between coming here and being mellow and hugging everybody and sharing my deepest inner torments and listening with interest and compassion to everybody else’s inner torments and generally being blissed out and then going home and being as depressed and anxious and indecisive as before, and doing all that shit and then actually having it carry over in some way...which is not to say it didn’t at all last time, but there was a pretty big chasm in between...ultimately, Mellow, Centered Tropical Yoga Retreat Dr. Jay needs to be accessible even when not on a yoga retreat, or he’s really not worth much...
...nonetheless, a week ago today, my passport disappeared somewhere between customs and the Coconut Bar at the Cancun airport...necessitating a series of $95 each way cab rides between Tulum and Cancun and a Kafkaesque obstacle course of desks, forms, and fees...and that was just the first of two necessary visits to the open-on-occasion U.S. consulate in Cancun...in the end, realizing there was no way to fulfill the goals of my yoga retreat and still be allowed back into the country of my birth on schedule...like, I should be home, now, and yet that Caribbean wind keeps blowing through my window and my shaggy sun-bleached hair...
...as you might imagine, this did at first have a bit of a negative effect on my quest for inner peace and self-realization...but not, in the long run, much of one...in fact, like the ear infection I had last year, I think it might’ve been useful, in a roundabout sense...the angst it brought up keeping me out of la-la land...at least enough to allow for a certain continuity...to where daily life flows in and out instead of being escaped from...
...listen, everybody loves orgasms...orgasms are great...the more the better...but the fact is that they don’t last very long and most of the time...for the vast, vast majority of moments in your life...you’re simply not having one...and a yoga retreat, anyway, is not an orgasm...
...guess that’s obvious...but, anyway, the point is shouldn’t be one...though, yeah, if you offered me a week long orgasm in Mexico, I’d certainly take it...
...the point, though, is continuity, and applicability...am I just getting blissed out and then going home to the same old shit or am I in some way going forward?...is personal transformation happening in any meaningful sense or is it more like Bruce Banner turning into the Hulk and then going right back to being Bruce Banner...except his clothes are all ripped up...except the part of his pants around the crotch...even though pants are generally tightest around the belt, and, when they get too tight, the button at the waist’s the first thing that goes, somehow the Hulk’s privates always remaining private?
...this is a terrible analogy...and I’ve lost it, anyway....I’m talking about the distinction between coming here and being mellow and hugging everybody and sharing my deepest inner torments and listening with interest and compassion to everybody else’s inner torments and generally being blissed out and then going home and being as depressed and anxious and indecisive as before, and doing all that shit and then actually having it carry over in some way...which is not to say it didn’t at all last time, but there was a pretty big chasm in between...ultimately, Mellow, Centered Tropical Yoga Retreat Dr. Jay needs to be accessible even when not on a yoga retreat, or he’s really not worth much...
