Two Weeks, There and Back

Phil and I took a necessary road trip (with reasons which you will learn more about in a later post), and made a few pit stops between Los Angeles California, and White Sands in New Mexico. 

The first stop was Tucson. I kind of fell in love with this place. The culture was vibrant, and there was just enough hippie to suit my needs. Things like organic grocery stores, weird book shops, spaces to roam and grab either a cheap beer or an imported red are must haves and this place was stocked. 

We stopped to say hello to Phil's grandmother. If you remember Maria from the Welcome To Wyoming post, this would be her mom. She could only accommodate us for a few hours in the morning since she had guests staying over and they had plans to go to a museum for the day. She goes out to see plays and musical performances, while maintaining her art collection which has been a project for her since her twenties. She is now 92.

We then ventured on to White Sands for an incredible few days working with Tiny Atlas Quarterly. A wild honor. Details will be kept limited since there'll surely be more to come from that side of our trip - so I'll talk about the other thing that happened while we were there. Phil and I met a traveling couple from Canada, living out of their "Armageddon Bus" until their house is finished being built on their farm. Meet Erin and Jesse. 

Here it is. Glorious, isn't it? They bought this bus and proceeded to fully gut it, replacing the bus seats with a custom made fold down bed (the bottom containing shelving units), as well as a stove and toilet. They also kept a photo album of the buses progress. Their pups Willow and Cedar rode with them too. Great company.

We stopped at the closest place to get a coffee - which happened to be Arizona's own Bedrock City, a dilapidated tribute to the Flintstones in  the most geographically appropriate location. Definitely worth checking out. Oh, and coffee is only 5 cents.  

The Grand Canyon. For safe measure. 

And a last days visit to our favorite hot springs. More details to come soon. 


AMA - THEN AND NOW

I am constantly marveling at the world. Every day it seems there are new fantastic things to learn about. Ama - translating from Japanese into "women of the sea," was the name given to the Japanese female pearl divers, who freedive roughly 30 feet into the ocean. It's no surprise that these women are known to live very long lives, and continue to dive even into their 90s. The art has not been lost, though the modern application of proper diving uniform was adopted, leaving the elegance of nudity to the past. 

The first series of photos was taken by Japanese photographer Yoshiyuki Iwase in the 1950s as an ongoing series. 

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In 2011, a new book was published by Nina Poppe, documenting the same art form in a new time. She captured not only the women, but the space around them, their families, and the lineage of women who now adopt this line of work. I find it tremendously important to document the way things evolve - culturally, spiritually, personally - it is all so very interwoven.