In the Air

I'm sitting in Terminal 5 of JFK airport, just outside New York.  Yesterday I made the four hour journey from nowhereville to New York City in the rain and evening traffic.  Shortly, I will board a nonstop, overnigt flight to Dublin, Ireland.  I've stocked up on food and sleeping pills, and upon landing, I will board a bus and travel four hours north to Inishowen, a remote land with a lot of power in its sparseness.  Today I begin a long, international journey. 

Yesterday I completed an intensive healing program at the Blue Deer Center.  For almost a week, we lived in a protected bubble, without past or future.  Coming out of that very special space is probably the most jarring part of things - my vision had been refreshed, and world at large was a shockingly coarse place.  Luckily, I come out of it with new and strenthened friendships, strong enough to overcome probably anything.

I'm now sitting on the plane.  My knees are pressed into the back of the chair in front of me, and my elbows into the very uncomfortable arm rests.  The three year old in front of me can't contain his discomfort.

Although I can't encapsulate what the previous week had done for me, I can say a few things.  I feel a lot more comfortable stepping into the unknown.  I feel a lot more prepared to be with the unexpected.  I have a deep sense of internal peace and clarity of vision and greater appreciation for slowing down and holding space for real exchange.

I feel a lot more connected to and trusting of the things around me.

We are now somewhere over a cold-looking Atlantic Ocean.  I have the distinctive sense that I am receiving everything I need to deal with wherever I am.