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About Dave Ford Does Earth: A few year's back I made a list of life goals--quite a few of them ended up being travel related--that led to a truly life changing 18 month journey. Along the way I made lifelong friends, experienced things I had never dreamed of, and put a serious dent in that original bucket list. I learned so much out there-- including the fact that I have the ability to grow a pretty significant and amazing afro.

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Burning Man 2011–”The Light at the end of the Temple”

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This year, I made it a priority in life to make it back to Black Rock City for  the 25th Burning Man. And after returning, I had initially found myself in the complicated state of “how in the hell can I summarize my 7 days in the inter-galactic desert in one blog post?”. To be truthful and honest and straight up, I simply cannot. Burning Man is one of those things that has to be experienced in the first person. Nonetheless,  It was a big, fantastic week in my life–and I have decided to pick one individual, personal story from my trip to share that I feel conveys a big reason why Burning Man is in its 25th year.

My Burning Man strategy–that has developed over the course of 3 Burns (2008,2009,2011) and 20 or so days I have spent on the playa (the playa is the actual desert/dust bowl that Black Rock sits on) is pretty straight forward. At night, I go out and explore the energy–party, dance, and hang with amazing people into the wee hours. During the day, I go to lectures, guided meditations, and spend a great deal of time exploring the spiritual side of things. At Burning Man, you can truly create your own experience–and much of it happens by happenstance and random encounters with great people and teachers. They give you a guide book when you enter that details the workshops and events of the week.

On the Saturday of this year, I was at a guided meditation at one of the spiritually focused camps (Red Lightning)–and ran into a new friend (her name is Uma and lives in Olympia, Washington). Neither of us had any plans, but had both had intentions to spend time in the Burning Man temple (called the “Temple of Transition” this year). So we set off on our bikes across the playa towards the temple (which sits at 12:00 on the Burning Man clock grid).

There are three big burns (celebrations upon which massive pieces of art are set on fire) at Burning Man. On Friday night this year, they burned a gigantic Trojan Horse, on Saturday “the Man” burned to cheers and music blasting, and on Sunday night the Temple burned in complete silence.  People are drawn to Burning Man for the counterculture, the party, and the universal love that flows through the experience. But,  it is my sense that the connection with the Temple is what brings people back year after year– and truly differentiates the experience from any other “Festival”.

The Temple, in structure, is an ornate, gigantic art piece. This year, for the first time that I know of, the temple was significantly bigger than “the Man”. Throughout the week, many burners journey out to the temple with specific, personal intentions–and many others might figure out their intentions when they get there. Many people hang up pictures of loved ones that they have lost. The temple is decorated with pictures of husbands, wives, children, brothers, sisters,parents, dogs, cats, best friends, and lovers that have passed away in the previous year(s). Many people write in black sharpie on the temple about ex-girlfriends/boyfriends that they want to emotionally leave behind–or write specific intentions about how they want to grow as people. Others, share inspirational or motivational quotes or sayings.

Click to View (if you can’t see image below):Video of the Temple from a hot air balloon:

You can physically feel the energy in the space. It is a mix of sadness, strength, suffering, and hope. The idea–is that when the temple burns on Sunday–these feelings of heaviness, sorrow, and loss are released–while the intentions to better ones self, and breakthrough the tough times are crystalized and/or memorialized through the ritual.

When we first got out to the temple, which is the furthest point away from everything, we explored and took in the experience, then decided to sit in the middle of it all. There had to be at least 100 people sitting with us–while another 100-200 walking around the perimeter. It was very quiet–but there were chimes playing in synchrony at all times.  I borrowed a pen and paper from Uma and I wrote down what I wanted to personally wanted to work on–and my intentions for the next year.

While sitting there, in a deep meditative state, I experienced this profound, universal connection with all of the other people we were with. The feeling hit me physically, and I became deeply connected with the individual pain and suffering of the group surrounding us–and of the Burning Man community as a whole. I began to think deeper about this feeling–and expanded my thinking to my friends and family back home, other people that have been in my life, and then to all of humanity. I was physically  feeling this universal suffering (certainly not a new idea, the Buddha outlined it in great detail 4000 years ag0, and Jesus certainly had his head around it 2100 years ago). It is truly the one thing that we all have in common. At some time or another, we all suffer. We all love and lose at some point, we all lose people very close to us, and we all eventually die. Steve Jobs has suffered…. So has, The Dalai Lama…. As has Oprah….. along with that homeless guy I saw the other day on the subway.  We suffer as individuals, as families, and countries, and now as a global society (you can pick up any newspaper and realize this immediately). We all have this thread in common. It is part of the human experience.

I write about this not to convey the obvious, or to come from this heavy place–but merely to convey this breakthrough and understanding that I personally experienced during this mediation in the temple. When something is so unbelievably universal—then there is no need to fear it or hide from it.  In society at large, as individuals- we do not deal with this suffering. We are terrified in day to day life of it happening. Then, when it does, we sweep it under the rug, repress it, ignore it, or medicate it. Burning Man provides an outlet to become present with, and work through the hard and heavy stuff that we all deal with at one time or another.

Personally, I came into the 2011 burn in a very solid and beautiful state of being. This year has been one of the best I can remember. I have been working a new job for the last 6 months that I truly love, I just got a great apartment in the West Village, I have been traveling quite a bit, and meeting incredible, incredible people along the journey. My family is also doing very well–as are the large majority of my friends. Moreover, I have been working hard to develop myself from the inside out– and growing and learning exponentially.

As I sat in the temple, I was not feeling my own personal suffering. I somehow tapped into the suffering of everyone else–and it literally knocked me over. I was intermittently brought to tears through this meditation. I was certainly releasing something –but I do not feel like it had anything to do with me personally. According to what I know about Astrology, this is a very Piscean quality (and I just happen to be a full blow Pisces). Incidentally, I went to a lot of lectures on psychology and astrology this year at Burning Man and became much more present about my personal astrological chart.

In retrospect, what I find really cool and special about this experience in the Temple–is that I figured out something really important about the essence of Burning Man. At its core, and most profound state, Burning Man is a powerful ritual and vehicle to heal. It is a place to let the pain, suffering, stress and sorrow go. It is a place to make peace with oneself and release what is not wanted or holding us back. When the temple burns on Sunday night–so do many negative memories, addictions, and attachments. As the Burning Man community sits together around the temple in silence–a very heavy weight is lifted.

Most people are initially drawn to Burning Man for the idea of a wild and crazy party (and it certainly delivers in this department)–but I truly believe that most people come back year after year to let go of what is holding them back from the past, to connect deeply with the present, and to help manifest what they want for the future. This integration of the past, present, and future IS the actual party.

A week of Burning Man is like a car wash for the soul. You go in with all this gunky black stuff constraining and blocking the light. You come out all shiny, bright, and in many cases glowing.

In my first two experiences at Burning Man, I was able to work through some really tough things in my life–and come home a better and stronger person. This year, I went into the Burn in a very solid place–and have come back with a deeper understanding of what really happens in the middle of the desert, in the middle of nowhere, at a made up place called Black Rock City—and its magically transformational.

Click to View (if you can’t see image below): Video of the Temple Burn on Sunday Night:

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Stephen Hawking and Einstein would agree: The Universe guided my Sublet Hop

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Hello friends, relatives, Facebook friends, random people on Twitter and even more random people that found this site through some sort of Google search. This post is a recap of my journey these last 7 months. I had a great time writing it. I had an amazing time living it.

The following thoughts are the breakdown of the lifestyle experiment that I launched earlier this year–and its recent conclusion. I dubbed the experiment back in January, the Sublet Hop ( I am pretty sure that  I invented the term Sublet Hop–but I’m not 100% positive). The idea of any “experiment”, is that you learn from it–and wow, I have learned a lot in these last seven months.

On January 3rd I started sublet hopping in New York City–where I jumped around from place to place to explore different neighborhoods and living situations. I had a full on experience: 7 amazing months living in a very unique, non traditional way. The purpose of the sublet hop to begin with was to see if some of the same inner magic I experienced traveling the world a few years ago (visiting South AmericaNorth America, Africa, Antarctica)–could be recreated in the city I lived and worked in. In the process it was my intent or end goal to figure out what NYC neighborhood I wanted to live in, on a permanent basis.

I lived in 5 places this year, including my current permanent apartment (I signed a 12 month lease in the West Village not long ago)

Hop Number 1 (Jan-Feb): Gisuela’s Place in Clinton Hill

I decided to start subletting right before New Years. I was at home with my family at the time, and made the decision that it was time to shake things up, and started to search on Craigslist for a place to stay (I made a pact with myself to get studios/or one bedrooms the entire time….there would be no roommates). The first place I visited was Gisuela’s apartment in Clinton Hill. She was an artist, and had a small one bedroom with a cozy, South American feel.  I spent 8 months in South American and connected with the energy of Gisuela’s place instantly–she had Incan windpipes all over the place–and many of the same books that I had read on her bookshelf. I promptly took the apartment and lived there for two months in freezing cold and uber snowy January and February. I was introduced to Clinton Hill, an eclectic, afro-centric neighborhood that I didn’t know a thing about before I moved there.  It took my less than 24 hours to secure the place. At this point I started shedding what I owned.  My friends absorbed a few pieces of furniture, and I got rid of a ton of stuff–getting rid of anything cluttering, and minimizing my possessions down to what was truly necessary.

Hop Number 2 (March): Lilly’s Place in the middle of Park Slope/Gowanus/Atlantic Yards/Boerum Hill

When I needed to get a new place in March, I put out my own message on Craigslist broadcasting that I was looking for “an interesting place to live” and the first place I checked out was Lilly’s place . It turned out to be a bizarre tiny little place that felt like living in a camper. And I’m not joking when I say camper! It actually had a camping stove and a mini-fridge. I hit my head on things constantly.  I had a friend to share the tiny space with in the form of  a cat named Leo. Luckily, Leo and I got along famously. Within 5 minutes of meeting Lilly I realized that we were both regular attendees of Burning Man.  Lilly was leaving to go on a mission for a van. This said van was going to provide her with transportation to, take a guess… that’s right….. Burning Man!!!  So, it seemed fitting that my staying in her place helped her achieve that mission. I have been to Burning Man twice (headed out for my third trip this year)– and it has been one of the best things I have ever been a part of.

So… hmmm, the first sublet hop had all of this South American Energy (I spent 8 months in SA in 2007)….. and the second one had all this Burning Man energy…

Hop Number 3(April, May, June): Brit’s Place in the West Village

I didn’t even have to search for my next place in the West Village on Bleecker Street–a friend of a friend that I went out to dinner with two years ago read about the sublet hop on Facebook on one of my blog posts. Her good friend Brit (who happened to be Australian) was moving to England for a consulting job. Things fell inline immediately and I stayed for three months in a beautiful co-op building with one of the best rooftops I have ever experienced in New York. It was an ornate roofgarden with a view of the uptown skyline, from the Union Square clock to the Empire State building. Many a rooftop get-together was orchestrated in my time on Bleecker Street!  It was living here that I fell in love with the West Village–and its cozy, historic, cosmopolitan charm. Within 5 minutes of my first visit with her, Brit and I discovered that we had both climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro in Tanzania.

So after three hops we have : South AmericaBurning Man Kilimanjaro….

Hop Number 4 (July): Geoffrey’s Place in the West Village

When it came to move to my next place in early July,  the first Craigslist Ad I clicked on was created by Geoffrey . He was leaving on an overland adventure through Turkey–and was going to be gone for most of the month of July. The historic building he lives in was built in the 1870′s right on the West Side Highway–with a beautiful unobstructed rooftop view of the Hudson River. Geoffrey is a really chill, spiritually connected dude with the “travel spirit” radiating out of him. In real life, he works as a clinical social worker and also gives massage in his spare time.  Geoffrey also worked closely with an energy healer that happened to randomly live on the same floor as a friend of mine in the area. Geoffrey and I were definitely on the same wavelength in many ways. Plus, I helped enable him to embark on a travel adventure to Turkey (which has to be good karma, right?). I also find it wild and fantastic that his Craigslist ad was literally  the first one I responded to on Craigslist–three days before I needed to move out of Brit’s place.

After Hop number 4 we have: South America + Burning Man KilimanjaroTravel Spirit

The Final Hop (Aug-?) : Helen’s Place in the West Village

After living at Geoffrey’s place for  a week or so, I came home and (randomly of course) found a printout taped on the front door of Geoffrey’s apartment indicating that an apartment had become available in the building. The lease started in August, which co-in-sided perfectly as I would have to be out of Geoffrey’s by the 28th of July.  The apartment, a studio, happened to be the perfect size for me (probably about 500 square feet)–complete with a fireplace from the time the building was built in the 1870′s. Two hours later I had put a deposit down on a truly unique, funky studio apartment on the 2nd floor of the building. The owner of my current apartment, has a fairly sensational story as well. Helen lives in Mozambique in East Africa and dives with and studies Whale sharks. Interestingly, one of my travel goals is to dive with Whale Sharks. I’ve heard its one of the most amazing diving experiences in the world.

My advanced Mathematic Equation to explain the magic that happened these last 7 months…

So, if Einstein or Stephen Hawking took a deep look at the somewhat abstract, somewhat magical coincidences involving the commonalities I had with the owners of the individual places that I sublet hopped between these last few months, they would probably come up with something along the lines of this:

 

I would express in layman’s terms a little bit more like this:

 

The Common coincidences ( South America Burning Man + Kilimanjaro backpacking travel spirit dude + person living one of my travel goals )   =    Trippy, awesome, unplanned, random, beautiful goodness to the 1000th degree.

 

Anyway you look at it,  Einstein and Stephen Hawking would both agree that the universe was directly involved with my hopping from place to place this year. And at least for the last 7 months, the Universe was without a doubt happy with me.

The common threads with each of these people correlate back directly to shared experiences and  life mantras that have not only significantly impacted my life over the last 5 years, but completely changed it’s course. My experiences in South America, Burning Man, climbing mountains, backpacking, and pursuing travel goals has completely changed who I am as a human being.  And to be honest with you (for me), the fact that this recent experience brought all of this to light again, just made the whole thing so much cooler.

Sidenote: When you type in “Complicated Mathematic Equations” into Google things like the above equation show up. Google is still bad-ass… Just admit it already!

4 Lessons I learned through the experiment/experience

1) Go with the flow and surrender to the power of the Universe every once in a while- This past 7 months, at least with my living situation, I completely and totally went with the flow. It was a beautiful feeling, almost surrendering to the idea that “everything is going to be alright“. It was also amazing to be able to go through the time with extremely little stress about the constant moving around (and by nature, moving is stressful). Whenever I needed a place, the universe provided. It was really, really easy.

2) Talk to Random people at bars- I met a lot of super cool, super chill  people at restaurants, coffee shops, and  bars eating dinner by myself this past year– and many have turned into friends. I met a ton of artists, musicians, entrepreneurs, a doctor, and an individual that owned 4 luggage shops in town (and sold me some amazing luggage to help with the journey) This is most definitely a synergy with traveling abroad. You go out by yourself, and you come home with friends. The people I have met and gotten close with this year through this experience have been nothing short of outstanding human beings–each and everyone of them.

3) Get rid of a bunch of crap you don’t need- Less stuff and less clutter is completely the way to go. Just get rid of it! I can’t explain how much shit I accumulated over the years. I realized that I had developed into some sort of bizarro eclectic hoarder, but only when my possessions came in the form of instruction manuals to appliances I hardly use at all, pounds and pounds of spare change, and business suits that I haven’t worn for 6 years. Life is easier with less!

Oh, and Coinstar is badass by the way… 15 pounds of spare change adds up!

4) Grounding is really nice as well

It is a new and very powerful feeling to be grounded in my new space–knowing that I am going to be building my life here for the next few years feels really solid. Now that I have had a chance to experience this external journey, and bounce around for a bit again, its seems natural and fitting to plant some roots. I have been thinking a great deal about the “next experiment” now that the sublet hop is complete. I gained so much out of the last 7 months, and only a fraction of which involved the actual living situation that I have been writing about on the blog. I am thinking its time to write a bit more about the other things I have been learning (and living)–much of which, happens to be on the spiritual tip. I am definitely going to be thinking about this more at Burning Man next week. This much is for certain!

Have a really fantastic day doing whatever it is you are doing , at this exact moment in time, when you are reading this sentence!

And stay tuned…

 

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The 2011 Sublet Hop: Living and Breathing 6 months into the experiment

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It’s been a little bit since my last update. Luckily, I have good reason for  the delay. There has been a bit of travel, both for work and pleasure. Some new, wonderful people have appeared in my life, and my new job has taken a great deal of focus. I was able to extend my stay on Bleecker and W.10th (where I have been living since April 1st through the end of the June). My experience living in the West Village has solidified a few things for sure.  I love it here–and the surrounding neighborhoods on the West Side. I have been able to roughly narrow down where I eventually want to hang my hat permanently–and it definitely involves being close to the Hudson River and the West Side Highway. I live 5 blocks from one of the most beautiful parks/views in the city.

I can honestly say that this idea has been one of the best things I have ever done. Its been such a fantastic six months. I’ve learned and grown so much–and this way of living has been at the center of it all. That being said, I don’t exactly know where this is all going and am not setting any rules or constraints moving forward. This hopping around will go on as long as it goes on–and will end when it is supposed to.

I tried to extend at my current location–but in the end it was not meant to be. So, as of July 1st, I’ll be in a new space. I am throwing it out there to the universe that my next  hop is going to be even better than the last one. I am focusing my energy on the West Village, Soho, Greenwich Village, and Tribeca. All of the fore-mentioned neighborhoods are distinctly different–but on this side of town. If I end up in the West Village again–that would be just fine with me. I really like walking to work  (my office is in Union Square). At one point in time I though I’d end up in Red Hook this summer–but it is just too far away from the rest of my life.

The place I am currently staying in originated from a friend that read about the sublet hop on a blog post I posted on Facebook. I am not exactly sure where the next place is going to come from. I have three really strong references from this year alone– and people leave New York City in mass during the summer–so my feeling is that where ever I end up is going to be good times.

The roofdeck at my current place has been completely amazing. I have had the opportunity to entertain up there quite a bit–and a solid roofdeck is most definitely high on the priority list for the next hop.

Let the search begin!  Getting excited just thinking about it!

 

 

 

 

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“Getting High with a Little Help from my Friends”

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This week my good friends Mark and Natalia are journeying through the big apple.  Mark, Natalia and I became great friends in college (which was actually over 10 years ago which is a bit hard to believe). After going to University of Maryland they moved to Portland, Oregon together and have been there ever since. I was at their Bethany Beach wedding almost three years ago. Over the course of the last 10 years, all three of us have have  all really gotten into Yoga and Mark and Natalia are both yoga teachers. We’ve lived 3000 miles apart across the country from each other–but whenever we connect it feels like we just saw each other yesterday.

In present times, Mark and Natalia are traveling around the world. They just spent the last two months barefoot in southern Costa Rica–exploring the people and nature and a different way of living. They have friends in Portland subletting their house–and have plans to stay on the road for “as long as they can”. The stop in New York City for 5 days, was driven more than anything to hang with old friends, before launching into southern Spain and beyond. They have ideas to visit France, India, South East Asia, and maybe Australia as well and are working as they go. But their plans are loose and free. I found when I was traveling that having loose plans is the way to go–as you never know who you are going to meet tomorrow–and what direction you might set off as a result of a random encounter.

It has been a great couple of days being able to hang with with Mark, Natalia and our crew here in New York. In a word, I feel supercharged just being in the presence of their energy–and their freeness. Some things have been crystalizing for me on my own journey through New York. I am truly traveling as well this year (and that has been sinking in as of late). My experience in the West Village; The wine bars, the bakeries, my rooftop view, and my ability to bring my friends (like Mark and Natalia) into this unique experience is exactly why I choose to do embark on this sublet hop to begin with.

Mark, Natalia, and I spent Friday night w/ our friends Bryce and Britney on the roof of my building overlooking the West Village, the Empire State Building and the lights of the city. Its definitely spring time–this much is confirmed. It was a beautiful night–and an experience that we all are all going to remember.

This year has been completely amazing both personally and professionally. My new gig at Sharethrough has been completely inspiring–and in general I am finding that I am vibrating in the same way I was when I was traveling the world–while excelling in my professional life.  The yin and yang of this experience are in balance.  Hanging out with Mark and Natalia, and realizing that I am vibing and living freely in the same way that they are– is just another confirmation of all of this.

Just to update. I have one more month in the West Village–and on June 1st I will be living somewhere completely new.  Where that actually will be–remains to be seen. I LOVE where I am living now–but I am very exciting to see what happens on my 4th sublet hop of 2011. It’s going to be good times–this much I know. I am still thinking it will be Red Hook in Brooklyn–but we’ll see what unfolds.

 


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Walking through the New Yorks Village’s- From West to Greenwich to East

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This past weekend, Mike Russeck , one of my best friends in the Universe descended upon New York City by way of Los Angeles. He stayed with me at my current pad in the West Village—and on Sunday afternoon the walking tour of all walking tours took place through the villages of New York City. Mike’s friends–and now my new friends–Mara and Stephanie also joined in on the adventure.

When people come into town to visit—I am instantly thrown into a combined role of tour guide and tourist –as most of the time I find myself trying new things and new places and searching for activities that I normally wouldn’t do in a run of the mill NYC weekend.

I tried to keep track of all of our stops—although I am sure I missed a few.

The day began in the West Village and we steadily worked ourselves East, through Greenwich Village and the East Village.

1) We started out eating brunch at Westville—a West Village staple–which is tiny and full of flavorful organic food and delicious frozen brunch drinks. The menu changes daily and it is located right across the street from my place. We enjoyed Huevos Rancheros and perseco lemonades.

2) We then moseyed down Bleecker street and hit up Artful Posters–a store with hundreds of photos and drawings of New York City. There has been so much energy exerted into telling the story of this city through art, photography, movies, and writing.

3) Next I stumbled into the West Village Tibetan Store—which happen to sell at least 30 different Buddha and Ganesh statues. That is an interesting business model to say the least….

4) We then turned onto Thompson Street which is full of vintage and specialty shops and went to The Little Leboswski, which sells nothing but Big Lebowski merchandise. Mike bought a Shakespearean rendition of the movie. “The Dude art commeth”! They have plenty of “Don’t F w/ Jesus” t-shirts and the owner always wears a bathrobe in homage of the Dude! And yes, Jeff Bridges has been there.

5) We then hit up the Chess Forum –where they sell themed chess sets ranging from King Arthur to Homer Simpson to Al Bundy to Julius Caesar. In the back there are about 20 chess boards set up for playing.

6) Next was Washington Square Park and we found ourselves in the middle of a 20 person street performer jam session. Mike is a musician and dove right into the mix. Highlights included a prolonged jam of Steven Still’s “Listen to the Music”

7) We then moseyed into the East Village and hit up Mud Coffee—which in my opinion brews the best coffee in all of NYC. They have orange Mud trucks that drive around all day caffeinating the populous. I get excited just thinking about Mud.

8) We made a quick Stop at Flower Power, where Stephanie and Mara got some sort of flower juice that can be used medicinally. I am not sure I quite understand the magical powers of flowers—but I am into the idea nonetheless. Not many places that I know of other than New York, can support such a store.

9) We then hit up Sultana, one of the cities finest Hookah establishments and enjoyed a bottle of wine and a cantaloupe flavored Hookah and had quite an amazing conversation about our brothers and sisters and Burning Man.

10) After a bit of wander we settled on Tappas at Yucca Bar on Avenue A for dinner, which was outstanding. I Highly recommend their Ceviche and Flank Steak over a Negra Modelo Draft.

We then all wandered back together to the West Village and took in the full moon from the roof deck at my new place.

What a nice little Sunday it turned out to be. The interesting point about the whole experience is that although we walked East—we could walked North or West or zigzagged and had just as a completely unique little stroll.

Days like this remind me of how much I love New York!

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