Name: Kim Tracy Prince
Web Site: http://www.kimtracyprince.com/about-me/
Bio: I am a writer. Most of my material is on the web, but the best stuff is still in my journal under the bed.
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“If you introduce yourself as a writer you’ll be treated with regard when seen writing.” – Lavinia Spalding, Writing Away
I had to do something to get that giant picture of me out of the landing spot on this site, and Spalding’s words have been kicking around in my head for a few days, so I thought I’d share. This book on travel journaling is inspiring, comforting, and full of life, just like Spalding herself. I met her in Costa Rica and she led a writing workshop which was the thing I have been looking for all these years every time I go to a blogging conference. Duh, it wasn’t a blogging conference I needed, was it?
I have a secret, is what this picture says. I’m not going to tell you. I’m going to keep it in here and let it sparkle in my eye, and amuse me, and be the thing that makes me feel special even when I am overwhelmed, or terrified, or insecure, or intimidated.
The secret is that the photographer is very talented, and whatever she said made me make that face.
I like that face.
She took the photo in Costa Rica last month, at the very end of the ROAR Retreat that I attended as a great pilgrimage after all these years of redefinition. You can see it in my eyes, in my skin, in my hairstyle, even what I’m wearing. That gaping triangle of skin on my chest? Never in my real life, but given the courage and abandon I felt in Playa Conchal? Absolutely.
After 4 days of indulging in my every whim – cocktail, Senora? Yes please. Need a ride to your room? Si, senor. Kick my shoes off and swim in the body-temperature ocean? Outta my way. – I was feeling young/old. Adventurous, in touch, brimming with words and emotion. Living.
It’s been two weeks since I left Costa Rica. I have sat at my computer staring at the screen, looking at photos, reading other recaps and viewing others’ photos of our experience that was at once so communal and yet individual, unable to wrangle the words into line in a way that makes you understand what happened to me there. And so I haven’t been able to share it with you.
But this picture.
It’s the closest I get to this:
photo by Jonathan Carroll
…which is how I see myself on the inside. I’ve never really let her out, have I?
That’s the secret.
This is the view from my seat at Nibbana, a restaurant and bar in Tamarindo, Costa Rica. The manager was such a lovely host. He just about convinced me to purchase a piece of land and email Stewart to say “Get on a plane, boys. We’re moving.”
That was at the end of day 1. We had some sessions where we talked about business and blogging and creativity. The next morning, we continued those conversations…on a catamaran and in the ocean.
The pictures of ME jumping in are in someone else’s camera.
Last night we watched this sunset from a seat at the swim-up bar in the infinity pool at Club Mar Vista in Playa Flamingo.
Today has been similarly inspiring. The surroundings are breathtaking, and the feeling inside my head and heart is nothing short of soaring. I am so grateful for this experience.