Landed

I’ve landed back on U.S. soil.
It’s not much different.
I’m used to rules and regulations,
but not used to having to follow them.
at least customs didn’t think I was a drug dealer
because I was a bike messenger.
This time the duties officer thought I would break my neck
cause i was carrying a box on my head.
At least Larry got a laugh over my resembelance to a zulu woman.
I’m home
as home as I’ve ever been
I’ll be home soon

Movement

Leaving is a joyous occasion worth celebration. It’s not a sad party, but a happy one. One full of encouragement, good wishes, reflections, and excitement.

If you don’t leave, how can you get anywhere?

Leaving means new, different, change, excitement, intrigue, difficulty, movement, travel, growth.

A flowing river provides clean water.

A stagnant pond festers and becomes undrinkable.

People are the same way.

My projects over now. I’ve still got more to finish and all, but I’ve done what I can and am going to do in South Africa this trip. All in all it was a successful trip. I didn’t change the world. I didn’t fix the worst problems the world faces. I helped a handful of schools get connected to the internet. I helped re-vamp computer labs that just needed a little knowledgeable attention. I brought new motivation for utilizing the resources at hand that are being neglected. I’ve put a piece in the puzzle which is the education of thousands of children. I gave an opportunity that wasn’t previously available.

I met Zulu’s, Indians, Afrikaners, British, German, Dutch, Scandinavians, Australians, Nepalese, Americans, and more. I’ve learned in depth the traditions and lifestyle of the Zulu’s. I reaffirmed my distaste for colonialism. I grew as a photographer, and a person. I took some amazing photos. I travelled and worked in areas many South Africans have never been. I had one hell of a vacation.

Did I actually make a difference in the world? Probably not. Did I make a difference to a few peoples lives? I believe so. Did I waste a bunch of time and money doing something that sounds important, but just makes me feel better about myself? Maybe.

Does it matter? Not really.

I left Eshowe to return or not. I’m leaving Durban now. To return or not. I’m leaving Cape Town in a week. To return or not. Does it matter? Not really. But it’s exciting. I’m ready.

Ready to move on.

To change direction

To keep moving forward

To go back

To come home

So I can leave again.

Ahhh Annapurna

Annapurna panoramic

Click on the photo above to see a larger version.

The Annapurna mountain range, as viewed from SaranKot, outside of Pokhara, Nepal.

A dying breed? Or smart enough to adapt?

Where do you want to be?

Many messengers will tell you they are a dying breed. The number of messengers in Seattle has shrunk to 1/3 of it’s size 10 years ago. The number of jobs is shrinking, the clients going away.

Our legs, the fastest way through town, still aren’t fast enough. Our muscle, dirt, grime, sweat, blood, and smells are being replaced by a series of 0’s and 1’s.

So what are we doing about it?

Some messengers have wised up, moved on, passed away, changed, left, come back, stayed, traveled, saw, touched, felt, breathed, experienced, lived. Some have stayed exactly where they want to be. Right where they are. Where do you want to be?

I’ve been right where I wanted to be for the last 4 years.

11 countries, 4 continents, home.

These guys are where they want to be too:

Cool shit

Who needs legal documents, deadlines, court clerks, clients lunch, multi million dollar checks, useless copies of the same document? Strap on a trailer and haul something different.

Right on

Where do you want to be?

Where am I?

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Right where I want to be

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Google names

When was the last time you googled yourself?
What showed up?
How about now?

I recently googled my name, and was almost supprised to see the range of people with high ranking search results and the name Kelsey Wood. Last two times I tried, all I got were the books of an author by the same name, who wrote about pets and crap. I wasn’t very impressed with my google image.
Today however, I am no longer just one boring author (I’ve never read his books, and I’m not refering to him, but rather his google search results) but I’m now a dead female volleyboll player, touring musician, philosopher, naturalist, and at number six, myself, the photographer. I’ve grown a hell of a lot recently.
Some people, myself included travel deep into the woods or mountains to find themselves, but sometimes we need a quick fix, so we google ourselves. So the question remains,
Who are you really?
Google may not always be correct, but it may give you an interesting answer.

My google portfolio:

MySpace.com – Kelsey Wood – Outside London., UK – Pop / Acoustic …
MySpace music profile for Kelsey Wood with tour dates, songs, videos, pictures, blogs, band information, downloads and more.
profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=90761090 – 154k – Cached – Similar pages – Note this
Player Bio: Kelsey Wood – Women’s Volleyball
Kelsey Wood … PERSONAL: Majoring in marketing . . . born November 28, 1987 . . . daughter of Wendy and Jim Wood. Tulsa Women’s Volleyball …
tulsahurricane.cstv.com/sports/w-volley/mtt/wood_kelsey00.html – 28k – Cached – Similar pages – Note this
Troubling Play: Meaning And Entity In Plato’s Parmenides – Google Books Result
by Kelsey Wood – 2005 – Philosophy – 205 pages
Troubling Play is a new and illuminating interpretation of Plato’s Parmenides–notoriously the most difficult of the dialogues.
books.google.co.za/books?isbn=0791465195…
Barnes & Noble.com – Book Search: Dennis Kelsey-Wood
Based in New Mexico, author Dennis Kelsey-Wood is a renowned naturalist with a particular interest in small mammals. Here he presents a comprehensive …
search.barnesandnoble.com/BookSearch/results.asp?ATH=Dennis+Kelsey-Wood – 86k – Cached – Similar pages – Note this
Xanga – Blogrings – In Loving Memory of Kelsey Wood
This Blogring is in memory of Kelsey Wood who was best friends with Lindsay and Brooke!! Brooke said that Kelsey didn’t want us to be sad that she’s gone …
groups.xanga.com/groups/group.aspx?id=1593219 – 42k – Cached – Similar pages – Note this
Wandering Lens Photography
Wandering Lens is the collection of works from photographer and audio engineer Kelsey Wood. Specializing in fine art and nature photography, Kelsey travels …
wanderinglens.net/ – 17k – Cached – Similar pages – Note this

The rAce

twas the night before the day of the race

I spit shine my shoes

and have dirt on my face.

My bikes by the door

I stay awake no more

If I’m not ready now

I’ll be fuckin sore

In the morning I arrive

ready to ride

When I hit the start line

I am totaly sure…

I’m screwed royaly.

My helmets on the floor

where I left it, by the front door

I run around screeming

help me help me help me

pleading to anyone in sight

I borrow a hat from an earlier race

all full of sweat

with dirt on his face

I toe the start line

and no longer care

win or lose

I made it there

We set off at a comfortable pace

10 miles in the first attack starts the race

65 miles to go

fuck the front row

We race, and race, and race

till the finish line comes

we cross in panting relief

with muscles sore

all the while I concentrate

on my helmet by the front door

Shadow vs. Light

Light

Sometimes life is about light
Sometimes life is about shadows
Too much light ruins the shadows
Too many shadows, disturb the light
Life without shadows is painted
Life without light is only heard
It’s not life, it’s perception

Shadows