Postcard to My Followers around the World

El Mundo
London, Canada, Japan, Australia, Europe--from the Equator to the Meridian
Earth, Milky Way, Infinity

Dear Lovers and Fellows in Wanderlust,

Let's take a moment to say--nothing, but feel what we feel . . .

"Silence is the perfectest herald of joy. I were but little happy if I could say as much". I have learned: be open, obey passion, hear instinct, love your body, respect the Earth, connect with each other, be grateful each second. The same power of standing above the laguna in Quilotoa exists in a production of Titus Andronicus on the Globe stage in London, in a sudden kiss, in the brown ale of a Richmond pub on the Thames, in the jubilee dancing to Sam Cooke's soul. Inspiration comes in many forms--passion? inspiration? magnetism? Know it when you feel it. Take it, use it, love like it. Love is all that matters. It comes in many forms. Know it when you feel it. Take it, use it, follow it.

Namaste,

One with Poor Hands and Rich Eyes, and a Scarlet Heart

Postcard to My Followers in NY

"Home"
Astoria, Brooklyn, Manhattan
New York, New York
USA

Dear Ye, with the hum of the city under your skin,

This place gets under your skin too. I don't want to come back. No offense, but I have been writing, teaching, and acting without a second thought for anything else. I've been doing everything I love --something you enable but somehow don't allow me to do. . . I'm talking to you, NY. But to my compadres within your walls, I send you a snapshot of the buildings unlike ours. This "graffiti" is how the country campaigns for the candidates at large. A particular village supports a particular man, who has a number and then slogans are painted on the sides of their houses nestled in sloping mountain-sides. Occasionally a fedora and red cloak disappear into the green folds of earth. Panoramas are peopled and unpeopled. Who is voting, I wonder? I am hypnotized and my mouth is agape, slowly filling with the mud of fertile Andean fields.

With thanks and inspiration,

Jennifer

Postcard to My Followers in Hawai'i

"Home"
Honolulu, Pearl City, Hawai'i
USA

Dear Everyone,

Look! Slippas! I feel so at home! I ride in truckbeds like highschool days, but this time, I stand up and hold onto the roof as we speed under the sun and stars. Here travelers from Poland feel the Aloha of the island way and of our group of 5 women . . . No sashimi but lots of tilapia. Plenny rice but covered in beans. Not lilikoi, but fruitas de la passion. Same same. Surfers have the same passion. People have the same rhythm. Sun has the same heat. The cockaroaches are bigga and Sea Lions not dogs bark on the beach. It's so blue. It would take me 20 days to sail to you. People here dream of the North Shore. No rubbish. So clean.

Mahalos,

Kenipala

Postcard to Exhale Spa

Exhale Spa
150 central park south
NY, NY 10019
USA

Dear Laina, Richie, Fred, Elizabeth and so many more...

I've never been more present in all my life than I am now. Moving to the city in America that tends to be everywhere ahead of this moment, has brought me to an oasis of presence: Exhale and its mission to unite the mind and body, DAT and it's mission for dramatic adventure. I remember the very reason I came to New York when I think of you both, and presently, I am grateful. Thank you for supporting my own mission and passion. The spa is a gift in so many ways that I will do my utmost to make sure I tell as many city vagabonds as I can about the strength and values I've experienced first hand working for you. I'm sending you this to share yet another moment with you.

With a giant exhale (truly),

Jennifer

Postcard to Cafe Grumpy

Cafe Grumpy
224 W 20th St
New York, NY 10011
USA

Dear Caroline and all who help make the perfect cup,

Hola! I write to you from a coffee farm in the cloud forest of Mindo, Ecuador where a woman was handing us samples from her own cupboard's cups. I had the chance today to help roast beans, but I was in rehearsal for the play we've written followed by a hike into the waterfalls, so I missed out. >:( No room to be grumpy! I am inspired and grateful--partly thanks to your help to get me here. I hear the coffee from this farm is not as good as the restauranteur's home grown beans, so I am setting out later to try and buy a pound (for $2.50--is that reasonable?) I also had the chance to grind raw and roasted cacao beans, which we mixed with raw cane sugar to make a great fondue. Pure and natural. And I look forward to enjoying the kind of coffee in the city that is not an excuse to cloud with cream and cram with sugar.

Buzz Buzz Buzz,

Jennifer

Postcard to Big Booty

Big Booty Bakery Co.
261 W 23rd St
New York, NY 10011
USA

Dear Jose,

Oh, how I wish you could have come along to translate! I found yucca bread --yours is still better by my account--baked and fried yucca, and many other delicacies. Without first experiencing it through you, I may not have had the same enjoyment and thrill of finding it there. I'm in Mindo, where dinners are $1.50 for a whole plate of "whole foods" goodness that would put the market's name to shame. Empanadas and fresh juice that has the froth of a cappucino.... mmmmmm. But I am coming back for the chocolate and Colombian coffee!

Ciao,

Jennifer

Postcard to Tea & Sympathy

Tea & Sympathy
108 Greenwich Ave
New York, NY 10011-7741

USA

Dear Nicky and Dewi and those bestowed with a beautiful accent,

I'm here on San Cristobal Island, which is a 20 day sail from Hawai'i, and 3 months from Dover. It's a bit too hot for tea here, but today we taught in a school of excited children from ages 4-14. There were 60 of them, and a challenge to lead, especially in broken Spanish. I could have used some hula hoops and minstrels at the end of the day. But instead, I was able to celebrate our success in the classroom with a fresh squeezed glass of watermelon juice and plantain chips with my feet wet and sea lions barking obnoxiously all around, as they command the sand. Thinking of you and bringing latitudes together. I'll physically do it when I cross the equator next week, en route to Mindo and remember my time stradling the Greenwich Meridian.

Ciao... Jennifer xo
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