Tripping on the way, but not stumbling.

18Jul10

It’s my Birthday, and it’s one hell of a trip. As I’m typing this, I’m sitting in a coffee shop next to Austrian Airlines, in Vienna with a vaguely mutilated middle fingertip. Who knew? – a basically direct flight from Seattle (to Amsterdam) to Kyiv would result in Vienna and almost Paris, ending up – hopefully – in Odessa. As disappointed as I was yesterday that my Birthday would be a traveling endeavor, I’m very complete that my Birthday is a traveling endeavor and all I want to do is think and process and manifest a very great year for myself where I develop being utterly clear and honest in the deep sense. It’s prime time and prime year to begin declaring myself, which means acting with affirmation and integration.

What’s wonderful is the entire trip has been a great practice and cultivation of embodying ideas and ways. On the way to the states, I got to act as interpreter for Delta. Now, in the Vienna airport, I got to impress Europeans with the fact that an American can speak a language other than English. The airline’s comment after I hung up the phone was, “But you’re American! How do you know that language”? …also they were impressed that I was laughing as I told my rerouting woes. I laughed harder when they said, “How does Vienna-Paris-Kyiv sound?” My response? “How does Vienna-Odessa sound? Is that possible?” The other cool part of the trip, was I had the best traveling time coming from Seattle to Amsterdam, sitting next to a woman who frequently flies with 6 ipods. “battery power.” she says. I usually hate traveling by myself, but that flight leg has definitely changed it. – Also apparently, I have good puzzle skills.

Myrna and Shane are married in the most integral and integrated way! I’m entirely stoked about the whole thing, and mesmerized that I got to be there for it. They’re really good about seeing what I try to hide from everyone – myself. Also, they drink really…really good coffee. I made some commitments and promises there; therefore, it’s now time to begin to take integrity with being…prime time.

It also feels really good to have a geographical home – that no matter what my international life looks like, I have a place I love and am inspired by. If I were a sound, I might be a Puget.

For now, though, my battery power is old, alone and done for, and my middle finger hurts from jamming my finger into my razor, and also, there’s other things to do in the airports, like drink coffee and coffee and coffee before heading back to the land of my current life. It’s my Birthday, and it’s prime time to be wholly and committed to the wonder.

.iea

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