Happy Birthday…to me.

When I was little, I thought the world was small.  And in a way, I guess it has always been small.  No matter where I go, who I’m with, or what I do I am where I am for the moment.  The world seems to evaporate beyond my sphere…not in a self-absorbed way, just in an intense or passionate way.  Even though I spend a large proportion of my time trying to ‘predict’ my future, it’s comforting to realize how much I live for the moment.  Whether it’s taking two trains and a bus to climb a particular trail in the Dandenong Ranges or repelling down a three hundred foot cliff in New Zealand to celebrate my fifteenth birthday–the evidence is there, denying my anxiety about not living enough. 

It becomes exhausting waiting for the future to manifest itself because it doesn’t exist…it seems like a theoretical and intangible idea.  We don’t live in the future…and literally we won’t live in the future at some point.  Saying ‘I will do this’ or ’I will do that’ is a little like saying the present moment is shadowed by an ideal we have for ourselves, that our present isn’t important in relation to that self we can create.  But when you stop thinking about the future (and even the past, which can sometimes shock you into a morbid fear of change with its cruelty), maybe even stop thinking altogether and have a pause in thought, there is a moment of realization followed sometimes by inspiration.  Creation doesn’t happen in the future.  It is.  It just does.  It is in your being not in your ‘will be-ing’

 And yet, without having a future to strive for what we do in the present seems a little purposeless.  Actually, we might not even know what to do with our present if we don’t contemplate the future.  But what if…what if doing what we want in the present for the present (taking into account personal responsibility and consequences, of course) inadvertently takes us in the exact direction we would have otherwise wanted to go? 

In the past twenty years, I’ve been ridiculed, ostracized, marginalized, attacked, felt one-of-a-kind (not in a good way) and small, and cried myself to sleep too many nights to count.  Elementary school, high school, college, study abroad, college again–life goes by very quickly and still so slowly.  Didn’t I just say I wasn’t going to think about my past?  Maybe on your birthday it’s all right to reflect on the past as long as you realize you can’t change it and there’s no point to regret it.  The greatest gift I received this year for my birthday was the realization that despite the pains and experiments and hardships of growing up, I made the choices that brought me to where I am today.  Though the negative stuff has focused me, I never faltered in my intent.  I never changed direction because it was easier or the course was smoother or it made friends or it made people stop making fun of me.  In fact, I never even considered changing anything about myself to suit the whims of others.  I’m pretty grateful that I’ve had the will and determination to live my life as I’ve seen fit while at the same time respecting the decisions and opinions of others.  And, though I’m biased, I think it’s a good way to be and a good way of living for which to strive.

 Seeing as this will be my last Spider Diary entry (because I will be a Junior this fall and the spot will be filled by a new Diarist), I thought it appropriate to go out with a statement.  Although reading over what I’ve just typed I feel more like the writer of a fortune cookie fortune than an inspiring writer.  But you know what?  What’s wrong with a fortune cookie or two? 

 So here I go, out to make my fortune come true…by not thinking about it or worrying about it, by just being, by just trying…like that isn’t the hardest thing to do.  I’ve had a blast sharing my experiences for the past two years with whoever actually reads my stuff.  I hope I’ve made at least one of you consider your college life in a different way.  I hope that your lives are as full as you can make them and that you are proud of your decisions on the long/short road of life.  I hope you experience life in a new way every single day.  I hope for you what you hope for yourselves.  I hope.

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 Peace and Love, Truth and Freedom,

Jordan

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Quotes of the week:

“Put your heart, mind, intellect, and soul even to your smallest acts.  This is the secret of success.”

-Swami Sivanada

“Once you begin to acknowledge random acts of kindness - both the ones you have received and the ones you have given - you can no longer believe that what you do does not matter.”

-Dawna Markova

“Each of us literally chooses, by his way of attending to things, what sort of universe he shall appear to himself to inhabit.”

-William James

“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.”

- e.e. cummings

“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.”

- Dr. Seuss

“No creature is fully itself till it is, like the dandelion, opened in the bloom of pure relationship to the sun, the entire living cosmos.”

- D.H. Lawrence

“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.”

- e.e. cummings

Wild Adventures in the Far North

Well, this week has been quite eventful.  Actually, I can’t really remember all that has taken place or at least not in extreme detail, but I will recount for you the bits and pieces that are brightest in my memory.  WARNING:  these may or may not be in chronological order. 

We visited Undara volcanic national park, which looked like it was only a few hours away but was actually SEVEN hours away, one way.  The landscape was beautiful, even if we only had time to hike two of the trails.  

We visited Cooktown, up north.  WAY up north.  We aren’t, tragically, going to make it to the tip (because that’s a one or two day drive one way).  But that little town, for some reason, captured my overactive imagination.  I can’t seem to get those hills, that river, Finch Bay, or its one main street out of my mind.  We even saw a dingo.cooktown_cow.jpg

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We went snorkeling on the Great Barrier Reef.  There were so many brilliantly colored animals to see.  The water was that delightful bright turquoise and warm, warm, warm!…that is, at least, if you stayed in for less than an hour at a time.  We saw a sea turtle, a red pineapple sea cucumber, flowering cods, giant clams the size of me, and I even got to swim with a grey shark…really up close and personal…and wild!!!  Sadly, I will have to wait until I get back to the states to develop my underwater photographs.

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We visited Hartley’s Crocodile Farm, which is as sad as it sounds.  In
Queensland, all crocodile products have to come from farmed crocs.  This means no poaching.  That’s great.  But it also means that they raise crocodiles to kill them, which is a bit sad, especially to an animalphilic vegetarian like me.  Crocodiles are spectacular animals.

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big caged croc

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jumping caged croc

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We also went on a wildlife river cruise of the Daintree River.  We saw crocodiles, snakes, and birds.  One crocodile was longer than the boat and HUGE!

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green tree frogs in a gutter

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wild croc!

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wild girl!

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wild snake!

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In other news, my parents and I went out to an outdoor bar to listen to a reggae band and met a very, very drunk Kiwi (a person from
New Zealand).  He was a little rough, a little ragged, A LOT aggressive, and, obviously, completely smashed.  He definitely made that night an interesting one.

I’m off into the great blue wild again.  I’ll write back later with more of my adventures.

Croc dreamscapes and snakeskin,

Jordan

Quote of the week:

“In the beginning, man made god in his image…yep he did.”  - the drunk Kiwi; what a fountain of wisdom.  Hehe.

Port Douglas and other places…

My parents arrived last Thursday and since then it has been one non-stop puddle-hop.  On their one night in Melbourne, I showed them the sights and gave them a grand tour in the pouring, FREEZING rain.

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Then, we started our great Australian adventure in Kyneton, a tiny Australian bush town.  We stayed at a wildlife sanctuary and saw tons and TONS of kangaroos, parrots, Aussie magpies and wallabies (including some babies much to my mother’s delight).  We also made friends with a local possum my mother aptly named Apple.  AND I found the largest mushrooms I have ever seen.  They were circling a large eucalyptus tree and were easily easily four feet tall each!

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We also visited Bendigo where one of the area’s gold mines had been shut down and renovated into a tourist exhibit.  We were able to go down into the mine to about thirty feet under the surface and watched as our tour guide (who looked stunningly like Richard Gere) operate the old, prop machinery in the tunnels.  Then we got a chance to mine for gold ourselves, in a little gold panning setup they had on the property.  It was great fun.  The water was hand-numbingly cold (I should know) and only my mom found the yellow specks everyone was searching for, but that’s never what trully matters in the end. 

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One day, I begged my parents to take me on the Great Ocean Road, which stretches along the coast of at least Victoria (I don’t know how much farther).  It was incredible.  It was drizzley and cool and the water was slate grey–the perfect Ocean Road color.  We saw the 12 Apostles and stopped in for lunch in Apollo Bay.

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Finally, on Thursday I returned to Melbourne to take my final final–for Microbiology and Immunology.  I think I aced that three-hour exam and deservedly I celebrated with my friends and my parents at my favorite local pizza joint, Bimbo’s.  Yesterday, we arrived in Port Douglas, which is north of Cairns in Queensland.  It’s seven hours south of the tip of Australia, which we plan to visit in the coming days.  Although prices have quadrupled in the last five years, the town is still as laid-back and fun-loving as ever.  I love it here.  Today, we took a trip up to the Daintree rainforest and hiked several trails into the mangroves and walked a few miles on beautiful golden beaches.  The beauty and intricacy of nature, especially here, never ceases to amaze me.  There are few places more exotic and still so connected to the modern world.  Even now I miss the misty green hills and crocodile-harboring streams of the Daintree.  We saw a massive spider and ate ice cream at the Daintree Ice Cream Company.

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The entrance sign across the river, in the Daintree!

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…a croc-infested river…

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Oh…and I also ran into a ninety-year old man named Kenny that I befriended back when I was fifteen.  He’s still kickin’ it, dancing up a storm with all the lovely young ladies and he’s still as sweet as ever.

hum in the forest,

Jordan

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Quote of the week:

“Don’t worry about the world coming to an end today.  It is already tomorrow in Australia.”

- Charles M. Schulz