The 'Getting To'... Again

The process of getting to New zealand.  Sometimes we rush around trying so hard to get somewhere, that we forget to just be where we are, when we are.

It's 5:00 pm in Sydney. The international terminal is soothingly quiet, which helps to quell my unease about the Big Changes of travel.

At the Honolulu airport this morning, a security worker remarked that "girl, you're a long way from home and going even further!"  Truth.

The taxi driver who brought me to the Honolulu airport this morning was super concerned for my well-being when he discovered that I am traveling as a single lady. He compassionately put his hand on my gargantuan bag as if it were my own back, looked me in the eyes, and invoked me to "be careful of yourself.... at every moment."

There is so much love and compassion in this world.

Last evening I took a little puddle jumper jet between maui and the big island; when I got to my hotel I was informed by the security guard that my name was not on the list and he couldn't let me in my room. I was just starting to feel ill, certainly tired,  and feeling very alone.  He informed me that the procedure was to get someone to come from the main office to unlock my room,  but it would be another 20 minutes and 45 dollars.  Frustrated,  I couldn't help but cry.  He was not in the position to help solve this dilemma,  but he was so incredibly compassionate! He started to shed a few tears himself and told me he hates to see people cry.
He is accustomed to being verbally berated when this sort of thing happens. It was really comforting to feel that despite things not going my way, there is always love and human compassion out there.

After the lockout incident I began to feel The Chills. Bad. The overheating. A bit of nausea... you know the rest! It was 1 am and my taxi was coming in less than 4 hours to bring me to my great NZ travels! What a drag. I drew up plans to delay flight, blah blah blah.
But in the end I pulled through. The taxi ride was a challenge, and so was waiting in line at airport security, but after I got into the airport and had a chance to walk around I started to feel much better.

Now it's 12 hours since I have been in Hawaii. It is so hard to leave such a heavenly place. Especially when the very last day there I got to ride a horse down to the ocean for a burger!

On the ride to the beach. The white stones are washed up coral, contrasted against the black lava rock from the last explosion in 1790.

Life in the saddle is my favorite kind.

This horse's name was Beauty. I am by association, 'The Beast'. You can call me that.

Alas, new adventures and new friends await. Thrival of the Fittest!

Ps what travel mantras do you know? Have any favorite quotes? Email them to me at darwinscreationisms@gmail.com

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