“We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.”
My sister created this breakfast, a sweet and savory meal. Avocado, egg, and cheese on one side of the bagel, strawberries steeped in balsamic vinegar and maple syrup on top cream cheese for the other side.
I thought about her breakfast, how like life it is. Sweet and savory. Bitter and tart. Bland and distasteful.
Our senses reflect our lives.
When I was in my twenties, and early thirties, Anais Nin, the French-Cuban-American Diarist was my favorite writer. I remember finding a collection of her journals, at least a half dozen of them at a used bookstore.
On my first solo trip out of the country, before cellphones and kindles, I stuffed the journals in a pillowcase and carried them onto the plane, checking in my luggage (where my camera was promptly taken). Anais Nin’s diaries were so precious, I held them on my lap the entire flight to Cabo San Lucas where I booked a room at a small ivory white Spanish/Moroccan style boutique hotel supported by cliffs overlooking dancing diamonds of light reflecting back from the deep blue of the Pacific Ocean.
After eating a breakfast of papaya, yogurt and granola, eggs, tortillas and beans (the best beans I’ve ever had), I would find a nook in the cliff side overlooking the sea with my pile of books beside me. One by one, I read Anais Nin’s journals, turning the pages until the soft light of morning grew brighter and the heat chased me off the rocks in retreat.
Her diaries, her writing taught me how to savor life.
From Anais Nin’s journals I learned how to live a life of sensuality. How to feel deeply through my senses.
I learned a language that spoke to my spirit, my soul.
Savoring life is not easy at times. It takes courage to live from the heart, the spirit, using the head only when necessary. With savory and sweet comes pain and discomfort. You cannot live one so deeply without the other.
“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.” -Anais Nin
A life without color and senses. A life not lived. A life lived on the surface without depth scares me. Monotony and mindless routine deadens one’s soul.
A life of courage and exploration is scary. Change is unsettling. Living in the unknowing can be uncomfortable.
Anais Nin taught me to take risks, to live a life of courage, to feel deeply and live sensually.