First

Well now. My stomach is telling me something big is coming up. Or it could be the fudge and cheese I ate for dinner. Either way, something big is coming up. In about a month I will be boarding a plane headed WEST. But somehow I'll end up in the EAST. What is direction anyway? Up, down, mean little when one is ungrounded. I all I know is that I'm going. There is nothing in my way, says the title of the Keane song I'm listening to now. And really for the last few years there has been nothing in my way, except myself. Now that my trip to Nepal is so quickly rushing upon me, there are visa requirements, hours of plane rides, language barriers, and thousands of miles in my way. But still it is nothing. This freedom I feel within myself is unparalleled. Maybe a bit like flying, guided only by the rising and falling of the feathering air currents. The air itself is both part of me and a force beyond my control. A freedom I know I am privileged to experience. So many dream of embarking on some life adventure but it remains a wispy phantom mist. Others can never even conjure up a ghostly imagined world different from the stony reality carved by the eyes of hopelessness. But my world blooms for me. I intend to spread the rich seeds cultivating within as my own petals embrace life's sunlit arms.