I like to believe we all have a thirst for a radical way of thinking. Our lives are built around a hunger for adventure and curiosity. And I know that if my own prosaic existence doesn't provide one, I look to the world outside myself to find it. The idea to follow a white rabbit immediately conjures a thought that drives my Sagittarian-soul crazy: follow, not lead. Finding my white rabbit compelled me to let go of everything I defined as important (like editing photos and making sure I try a new brunch restaurant the next morning) and enter an unconscious world of intuitive reality.
In my case, it was driving without a destination. To not once question my driver, but to let him drive six hours deep into the night. Coming straight from dinner, neither one of us packed, and by 2am, we were settled in Carmel, CA.
Sunday morning we checked out of some express inn, got brunch at a new restaurant that specialized in all things artichoke and eggs, drove seaside for 17 miles along the coast, visited exactly 5 stores before finding a disposable camera, didn't charge our phones, confused entrees for appetizers at Clint Eastwood's favorite bar, poured ourselves a hard drink at noon, rekindled our admiration for Dr. Seuss and Disney. And just as brief as we drove there, we drove home.
Discover your white rabbit.
Dress from Twenty.
follow the white rabbit
February 25, 2014
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