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The night before leaving on a journey is always bizarre. It's reminiscent of being in a Francis Bacon painting: soft and melty; a little to bright; contrasting colors create rather nervous edge; surrealistic; and a distinctly disturbing air.
I tried to lie down around 2:30 this morning. Hours ticked by with fitful sleep interspersed. I finally gave up and rose at five. *sigh* ~MAYBE~ I'll be able to sleep on the planes. *snort* I can only hope.
Last night, I wrote a huge message and tried to post it, but the website must have been down and my message was lost in cyberspace. I don't think I can recapture exactly what I wrote, but the gist was that I will be thinking of my beautiful home, my wonderful friends and my two babies, keeping you all close to my heart, if not physically close.
The most difficult aspect of this adventure is going to be the separation from my girls. I can barely stand a two week absence from them, never mind three months. I will miss burying my face in their hair, breathing deeply of their scents, gazing into those beautiful brown eyes.
Ah, but adventure it shall be. As sad as is the thought of leaving all I love, as daunting as is the two day plane ride ahead of me, as long as three months seems to be, I also know that, with all the things I need to do once I land in Sydney, three months will fly by and maybe not be enough. Yet, I am determined to be home in February. Just in time to see the crocus poke their little heads from the ground in our verdant little valley. I'll be home before I know it.
I will be thinking of my friends and our traditional annual Thanksgiving Feast. As I board my first plane, my family of friends will be sitting down to the greatest vegetarian feast ever to grace a table. As they clean the table, I will be on my second plane. By the time they settle in to play music and sing, I shall be on the third plane on my way across the Pacific. I shall be there in spirit.
I have been thinking about this journey I must take. Here I sit, surrounded by the home and tangibles that I have worked hard to purchase, in the most beautiful place in the world, with the greatest friends I've ever had, and the best family I could imagine... I seem to have carved an ideal little niche for myself. I am truly blessed in every way. For this, I am eternally thankful and completely humble. Yet, in its infinite wisdom, the Universe has decided that I am far to comfy and that I need a bit of a scramble to keep me from falling into complacence. It will be interesting to see what lessons are in store for me. Well, besides the obvious ones: learning Chinese; driving on the left side of the road; trying to remember that the word "fanny" is actually a socially unacceptable word in polite society; relearning how to spell colour, tyre and centre and the like. When I reflect on my rather tumultuous journey from Rhode Island to Oregon and the five ensuing years, I am amazed at all I learned and experienced. As difficult as some of those paths have been, I have never been sorry to have walked them.
New adventures await! The journey begins! I throw open the door and step out into the sunshine. I gather up my water, sun-hat and walking stick, wiggle my toes within my most comfortable walking shoes, and take my first brave step off the familiar stoop and onto the path before me.
When next I write, it shall be under the same sky, but with a different view. I shall be on the same small blue-green planet, in the same Universe, but in the opposite hemisphere. Different stars will light my path, different trees will line it and different people will surround me. Vive la difference!
Peace, love and hugs. I shall see you on the other side in a couple of days!
Milady Carol
I tried to lie down around 2:30 this morning. Hours ticked by with fitful sleep interspersed. I finally gave up and rose at five. *sigh* ~MAYBE~ I'll be able to sleep on the planes. *snort* I can only hope.
Last night, I wrote a huge message and tried to post it, but the website must have been down and my message was lost in cyberspace. I don't think I can recapture exactly what I wrote, but the gist was that I will be thinking of my beautiful home, my wonderful friends and my two babies, keeping you all close to my heart, if not physically close.
The most difficult aspect of this adventure is going to be the separation from my girls. I can barely stand a two week absence from them, never mind three months. I will miss burying my face in their hair, breathing deeply of their scents, gazing into those beautiful brown eyes.
Ah, but adventure it shall be. As sad as is the thought of leaving all I love, as daunting as is the two day plane ride ahead of me, as long as three months seems to be, I also know that, with all the things I need to do once I land in Sydney, three months will fly by and maybe not be enough. Yet, I am determined to be home in February. Just in time to see the crocus poke their little heads from the ground in our verdant little valley. I'll be home before I know it.
I will be thinking of my friends and our traditional annual Thanksgiving Feast. As I board my first plane, my family of friends will be sitting down to the greatest vegetarian feast ever to grace a table. As they clean the table, I will be on my second plane. By the time they settle in to play music and sing, I shall be on the third plane on my way across the Pacific. I shall be there in spirit.
I have been thinking about this journey I must take. Here I sit, surrounded by the home and tangibles that I have worked hard to purchase, in the most beautiful place in the world, with the greatest friends I've ever had, and the best family I could imagine... I seem to have carved an ideal little niche for myself. I am truly blessed in every way. For this, I am eternally thankful and completely humble. Yet, in its infinite wisdom, the Universe has decided that I am far to comfy and that I need a bit of a scramble to keep me from falling into complacence. It will be interesting to see what lessons are in store for me. Well, besides the obvious ones: learning Chinese; driving on the left side of the road; trying to remember that the word "fanny" is actually a socially unacceptable word in polite society; relearning how to spell colour, tyre and centre and the like. When I reflect on my rather tumultuous journey from Rhode Island to Oregon and the five ensuing years, I am amazed at all I learned and experienced. As difficult as some of those paths have been, I have never been sorry to have walked them.
New adventures await! The journey begins! I throw open the door and step out into the sunshine. I gather up my water, sun-hat and walking stick, wiggle my toes within my most comfortable walking shoes, and take my first brave step off the familiar stoop and onto the path before me.
When next I write, it shall be under the same sky, but with a different view. I shall be on the same small blue-green planet, in the same Universe, but in the opposite hemisphere. Different stars will light my path, different trees will line it and different people will surround me. Vive la difference!
Peace, love and hugs. I shall see you on the other side in a couple of days!
Milady Carol
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When you return I might well be around to have tea with. :)
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Cheers!