This is certainly going to be an interesting trip and it has only just begun!
Rick and our Boxer boys Bello and Cody dropped me off at the Santa Barbara Airport under beautiful clear, blue sky morning. Our drive in from the Santa Ynez Valley was effortless. I’m the first in line at the America Airlines check-in desk and my baggage will be sent all the way through to Lima, Peru. No need to claim my large duffel at LAX and schlepp it to the Bradley International terminal.
I am also the first person to board the flight to LA. Curiously, the man boarding behind me is my seat mate. While still on the ground, we begin a conversation. He is off to Chicago for his oldest daughter’s graduation from Northwestern University with a degree in music. His younger daughter, who is a dance/literature major at Barnard College is flying in and meeting up with him at the airport. A few minutes later, I learn that he lives in the Santa Ynez Valley. Still later it is revealed that he’s a contractor. After mentioning that my husband and I are looking to hire a contractor to remodel our home, which was built on spec rather cheaply in the late 1980s. After expressing interest in bidding on our project and sharing our address, it turns out he was the contractor, who along with two partners at that time, built our house. In fact, it is his name that Rick and I have said in “vain” on numerous occasions.
Thus starts this year’s journey to Peru and accelerate my mapping and clearing affinities that no longer serve me.
Unlike last year, the Lan Chile reservation area is open when I arrive. And, because I’ve no baggage to check, there is no line. Instead, I am escorted through immediately! I hurry upstairs to find a quiet phone to call Rick to tell him I love him, miss him already, everything has gone extremely smoothly, and about my conversation with my seat-mate who turned out to be the contractor/seller of our home. As it turns out, Rick saw him at the airport, so while not surprised, was quite amused by the synchronicity. Hiyaya!
After hanging up, I walk over to the balcony and see my friend and fellow student of Inka shamanism with Jose Luis in the Lan Chile check-in line. After going downstairs to greet him, I head off in search of food. Over Chinese orange chicken and friend rice, we catch up. Later, in line to board our Lan Chile flight, I notice two students of mine through a Four Winds Society’s Healing the Light Body course in California. They are heading to the Amazon and Ausangate with my former teacher Alberto Villoldo. Not wanting to create drama around why I am not traveling with Alberto again this year, I simply introduce George and say that I am traveling to Peru with friends. So much for embodying two key tenets of shamanism — impeccability and invisibility.
Rick and our Boxer boys Bello and Cody dropped me off at the Santa Barbara Airport under beautiful clear, blue sky morning. Our drive in from the Santa Ynez Valley was effortless. I’m the first in line at the America Airlines check-in desk and my baggage will be sent all the way through to Lima, Peru. No need to claim my large duffel at LAX and schlepp it to the Bradley International terminal.
I am also the first person to board the flight to LA. Curiously, the man boarding behind me is my seat mate. While still on the ground, we begin a conversation. He is off to Chicago for his oldest daughter’s graduation from Northwestern University with a degree in music. His younger daughter, who is a dance/literature major at Barnard College is flying in and meeting up with him at the airport. A few minutes later, I learn that he lives in the Santa Ynez Valley. Still later it is revealed that he’s a contractor. After mentioning that my husband and I are looking to hire a contractor to remodel our home, which was built on spec rather cheaply in the late 1980s. After expressing interest in bidding on our project and sharing our address, it turns out he was the contractor, who along with two partners at that time, built our house. In fact, it is his name that Rick and I have said in “vain” on numerous occasions.
Thus starts this year’s journey to Peru and accelerate my mapping and clearing affinities that no longer serve me.
Unlike last year, the Lan Chile reservation area is open when I arrive. And, because I’ve no baggage to check, there is no line. Instead, I am escorted through immediately! I hurry upstairs to find a quiet phone to call Rick to tell him I love him, miss him already, everything has gone extremely smoothly, and about my conversation with my seat-mate who turned out to be the contractor/seller of our home. As it turns out, Rick saw him at the airport, so while not surprised, was quite amused by the synchronicity. Hiyaya!
After hanging up, I walk over to the balcony and see my friend and fellow student of Inka shamanism with Jose Luis in the Lan Chile check-in line. After going downstairs to greet him, I head off in search of food. Over Chinese orange chicken and friend rice, we catch up. Later, in line to board our Lan Chile flight, I notice two students of mine through a Four Winds Society’s Healing the Light Body course in California. They are heading to the Amazon and Ausangate with my former teacher Alberto Villoldo. Not wanting to create drama around why I am not traveling with Alberto again this year, I simply introduce George and say that I am traveling to Peru with friends. So much for embodying two key tenets of shamanism — impeccability and invisibility.