8/23/12 The sun is setting on old patterns. I sit here listening to funny songs for Guru, a playful album made by students of Julie Henderson. The airport is cool, dry, but it is a doorway to something arising. Joy. Bliss. Wholesome pleasure.
On the way to the airport my friend commented, “this is the most nervous I have seen you,” yes I spent much on plane tixx and these days flying makes me nervous. Plus I will be spending two weeks with my Dad. I am praying I can be modest and humble and compassionate. Om Ah Hung!
8/24/12 sleepless in San Fran wow! Between the security announcements and the vacuum cleaners… My head is feeling full of warm sticky sludge. Arrived fine in Honolulu where my Dad picked me up. We had a delicious lunch at a Cuban restaurant.
My Dad’s office is a curious sanctuary of sorts with many pictures of me, my sister and brother. I am now wondering if one of the reasons I am here on the island is to talk story and to heal some old stuff. Well… That is the story of my life, so twould make sense.
More to follow.