Arriving
Newark-NJ
There are times in life during which we have no other choice other than to rely on trusting ourselves. Depending on our relationship with our innermost self. This can be a terrifying experience or quite a delicious one.
I spent almost 24 hours in the Newark airport with yours truly. Traveling is in my blood. It brings me to LIFE, and with travel- we must be ready and willing to accept the unexpected twists and turns…
As I sat on the plane to fly home (only leave again on another plan the following morning J ), I continued to receive messages from loved ones back home that were tornado warnings all over RVA. Of COURSE there were. I was starting to think Newark airport had it out for me. I was only there 3 weeks earlier to miss my flight completely to be then promptly rescued in Norfolk by my incredible mom and dad (but that whole other story)! Tornadoes? Tyrannosaurus Rex? Nothing could surprise me anymore…so as we sat to wait to take off I actually welcomed the stillness as I was going on about 3 hours of sleep after helping with the facilitation of an AMAZING workshop after getting up at 5am to practice after NOT being able to sleep due to excitement of being at the Grand Hyatt Inn NYC. Sure! I can wait 30 more minutes J you go right ahead!
We were promptly asked to de-board the plane. What happened next was a hectic game of “where in the U.S. is Becky” or where SHOULD she be. Della, the flight attendant did everything in her power to get me to where I needed to be. $341 later I had an 8:30am to Minneapolis in the morning. I was released into a sea of humans with intentions of arriving at destinations all over the world…my intention and destination took a sudden shift. It was time to go within…
Now, as I said before this can be a very beautiful experience or it can be absolutely terrifying. A few years ago, I probably would have done anything and everything to avoid being with myself. Of course I would have loved a fridge full of fresh veggies and a bed that didn’t smell funny or the television blaring around every corner, but I would be lying if I said there wasn’t a little part of me that was a little excited and stoked for an adventure and grateful for the space…to be with me.
I have to admit, I was a bit worked up from the whole ticket transferring and paying money that I didn’t have process. I needed to get that out of my system…I needed to move. I rolled out my mat next to the pay phones (speaking of dinosaurs) and proceeded to do my second 108 for the day, followed by some very slow flowing standing poses and inversions to follow. I had lost all concept of time. It is so beautiful how even a situation that can appear to be so shitty can end up being such a beautiful opportunity to be embraced by the ever present power and neutering energy of Now…
The rest of the evening consisted for talking to my Shann (restoring every sense of confidence that might have been depleted), communicating with my family about travel plans for the next day (reminding me how loved and cared for I am), taking long walks down the terminals looking like a pack mule (reinforcing my gratitude for my energy and strength), finding the most EPIC world market in terminal C with ALL of the veggies and Kombucha (refueling my tired mind and body with healthy goodness), buying my plane tickets to panama (reigniting my wanderlust passion inside and pushing me to do that which I am afraid to do), sleeping on the airport floor on my little travel green sticky mat (receiving me with the undying support that it always gives; wherever I am), and waking up to more beautiful souls bustling about; making their ways to their next destinations.
Yes, I was then Minneapolis bound, but I had already arrived…
I am home.
I am.