Monday, January 30, 2006

The Installation was moved to march

:-(




I’m not sure if I’ll be in Caracas for the new date.

Friday, January 27, 2006

Spencer Tunick in Caracas

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I couldn’t believe when I learnt that Spencer Tunick is going to put an installation next sunday here in Caracas! That’s great! I wrote to the Museum of Modern Arts of Caracas since they are inviting volunteers to participate.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

I found a great restaurant...

Well, at least is very healthy food, and the salads are great. I’m not sure but I’m turning leaner and more defined, I guess is from the stress of the trip or the withdrawal effects on my metabolism.

Calling home...

This travel to Venezuela was too fast, but I’m ok now, I feel like at my second home here. I’ve been calling mom daily so she won’t feel I’m kilometers away.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Blessings?

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M been a moving forward force, and now I meet D, four days before leaving Panamá for only G-d knows how long.




The question is what I’m looking for, and what’s for me in a relationship with both. The answer is quite clear.




In doubt, let the road walk you.

Trip to Caracas

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Mom is coming on monday, I’m leaving for Caracas next day. :-( I really don’t want to go. At least not now.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Fear

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Fear, even thinking about the word put my heart in pursuit mode. Focusing in the source at least I’ve been able to stop those panic attacks I was wrongfully thinking where caused by other stuff. Learning to identify the fear as a fear and it’s logic source had helped me to get over it.




I was meditating this morning, just before the sun raised. Once I finished, before coming back, I asked a question, “why I get so distracted”, I saw myself as a Kid reading a book in aunt Mima’s house. I opened my eyes with that image and while swimming in the pool I was trying to find the meaning, what possible had to do my love for learning with myself being so distracted. To get the right answers or at least a good aproximation of yourself you should ask the right question, in this case I got the right question, “Why I readed books when I went to visit Aunt Mima’s house?”




The question was pretty obvious to myself.




The younger Ken was escaping a reality he didn’t want. Like the proverbial ostrich hiding his head in the sand that one was hiding his head between the pages of a book. Nobody asked me questions, nobody interrupted me, only to tell me the visit was over.




After that I tried to go back and ask more questions, but mind responded with noise.




Definitely I need to have long conversations with myself.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Bake my own bread: This task is going slooooowwww

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At least I got the flour and the baking soda. There are selling this “Bread” making machine at the local PriceMart, $50 bucks, mmmm, maybe yes, maybe not hahahaha.

Weekend

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Mom came to stay a couple of days with me and then I traveled to Chiriqui to spent the weekend with her. It’s funny mom’s attitude, she enjoys taking me from one place to the next as if I was still that shy tiny and bony child that followed her everywhere. I’m grown, I’d had my dose of life. But I guess I’ll always be that to her.