Arrival in Panama City

Jan 9-10
Arrival to Panama City

Getting to bed at 12:30am the night before I leave Vancouver, I’m already up again at 4:30am. A breakfast smoothie in hand, I arrive at the airport with plenty of time to weigh my bags, crossing my fingers they come in underweight, that my hula hoop can be allowed as a carry on, and that I don’t get questioned over my donning of my PFD. Turns out they don’t even check my bag for me, let alone weigh it, only telling me to pass it off down the hall onto a conveyor belt. Done deal. Phew! I pull my rain jacket over my PFD to casually hide it. No one notices.

Seated in last row of the plane - great. I’ve got a tight connection of only 20 minutes once we land in Houston and manage to thankfully squeeze my way off the plane past the other passengers, running to my next gate only to find out the plane is late by an hour, as most flights for Panama are late due to weather. My 3 hour wait for Jaime is now only 2 hours, but will his flight be late as well? Hmm.

The ubiquitous airplane sunrise (or was it sunset?) photo

Gratitude...pass it on!

OoooOhh My!

Every time I attend a yoga class, I am beaming from the inside out.  Literally. I spent this evening's entire class wearing a soft smile. I am lucky to have access to classes with such fine teachers, such a special assortment of beautiful souls that I find not only while on the mat, but off it as well.

Chaos!

And this is just the north-east corner....

My room is an organized bomb waiting to wreak havoc; strategic foot placement is required to manoeuvre the disappearing floor space taken up by last minute canada post packages of much needed camera equipment, last minute craigslist purchases of more camera equipment, mountains of clothes spilling out of every shelf, drawer and suitcase to sift through (what will I take?!), papers to sort through, government crap to deal with, banking to sort out, laundry to do, items to quickly fix & sew, one more shop at Ecomarine for necessary camping and kayaking equipment, a pile in the corner of crap to donate, more stuff to sell off, 'see ya later' dates to arrange with loved ones on my mind (I'm sorry I won't get to see all of you!), *LiFe to clean up before I go!  Holy jeez. There's a theme song somewhere in this chaos...."where's your head at?" hahah YUP.

Countdown: 5 sleeps!

Perceptual Shift

"Put the author back in authority"

I like this quote. It's talking about finding your voice and not writing in someone else's.  It was part of an article entitled '25 Things Writers Should Stop Doing to Themselves', found while cruising the internet and I wanted to elaborate as it relates to a conversation I had this morning.

Solitude

I'm reading 'Solitude' [Seeking Wisdom in Extremes] by Robert Kull, a novel about spending a year alone in the Patagonia wilderness. 

I'm sharing a few quotes that struck a chord with me as I read and related: