I am just over a week into my journey, and finally getting a chance to post some updates. I arrived in Chiang Mai, Thailand, where I’ll be studying for the next month, late on Friday night, but I thought I’d start at the beginning. So the photo above is the very first one of this trip, taken at Union Station in Washington DC on Friday, January 27 at the relative start of what was to be a very long train ride to California. The first leg of the trip, from NYC to Chicago, was relatively uneventful if albeit uncomfortable for lack of a sleeper car. But the quiet time to stare out the window and dream was so very welcome.
Before I get into the details of the near disaster that struck in the second leg of the train trip, from Chicago to California, let me say that the decision to take the train rather than fly had everything to do with what I have set out to do on this little journey of mine. For those of you whom have worked and played with me, you know that it is not for want of meaning that I set out on this trip. In fact, for all my years of financial struggles as an artist, I have been exponentially blessed with a wealth of meaningful connections, energy, curiosity and passion for my work for which the greatest riches in the world could not substitute.
My studio in Brooklyn is as beautiful a sanctuary as I could hope to find, so it is not for the fantastically ornate Wat’s that I have come to Thailand (although they can hardly be beat for visual stimulation)… 
And my ongoing participation in the Steve Paxton/Lisa Nelson Figure Space workshop at Earthdance in Western Massachusetts is a reminder, if I needed one, that there is no need to travel half way around the world for the opportunity to work with inspiring master teachers. No, it is not for lack of anything that I packed my bags for Asia, except perhaps for lack of time.
Oh, it’s tempting to muse on the significance of time, and space, and time-space, but I’ll leave that to the physicists and philosophers. What expertise I have lies in the realm of embodied experience, and it will come as no surprise that what this body-mind of mine was increasingly experiencing in the past months was compression of time and space – after all, it is New York City I live in! But when I noticed that this compression was affecting me right down to the level of my dreams, so that I was living a life in which I hardly had time to dream and certainly not the space in which to bring those dreams to life, I decided to take a pause to meditate on the possibilities.
And so I set out on this moving meditation via train, a ceremonial shift of mind-state into a different experience of time and space. The tangible sense of traversing the immense body of land we call the United States was profound at certain moments, and it would have been incredibly restful too, especially once my traveling partner and I had our own sleeper compartment on the California Zephyr train from Chicago to Oakland, if only our sleeper car hadn’t caught fire at 2AM in the morning in the middle of Nebraska! Seven hours in Hastings, Nebraska, home of Kool Aid and the site of a similar Amtrak fire back in 1988, and I am suddenly (momentarily!) under the impression that time is actually a burden. No one was hurt, and eventually we were moving again, so all’s well that ends well.
I’ve arrived three times already since I started this trip: in California, in Bagkok, and then in Chiang Mai. In a few moments I’ll leave this shady cafe and arrive back in my room for a nap. But in my mind I have only just begun traveling, and for the moment, as long as I am moving, I am in no rush to arrive in any one place. Meanwhile, I’m sending love and smiles and good wishes to all! I’m looking forward to sharing more of the journey with you…
Here’s a beautiful picture taken by DD Maucher of a quiet moment in the storm of dancing that unfolded at Force and Flow on December 17, 2011, at the Earthdance NYC Gala.