In preparation for a 20 hour flight back to the US, I am staying up progressively later each night. Last night was midnight, tonight is 3am. The problem is that my room is so sunny, even with shades drawn that I wake up with the sun--which in Perth is the lovely time around 5am!
Perth is 16 hours ahead of LA, and 13 hours ahead of Virginia, which means I will arrive on the same day I depart, as I fly across the world. Typing this at nearly 8pm, it's only 4am in LA. Come Monday night (or rather, Tuesday morning), I will leave for the airport around 3am for my 5:20am Virgin Australia flight to Melbourne, where I will switch to my international flight of 14.5 hours. Depart at 5:20am, arriving at 9am on the same day to LAX! I'm not dreading the flight too much because I am not flying on any of the terrible U.S.-based airlines. Even the local budget airlines in Australia beat out American, United, and Delta. I'm not dreading it because the end result of Yogaville is so worth it! There is still so much to do in Oz and NZ, so I will have to return! In the meantime, there are these awesome spiders that hang out on the lemon tree and prevent the flies from coming inside when I leave all the doors open. Another aspect of life in Oz I will miss: leaving the doors wide open and unlocked and not worrying about thieves or rapists coming in the house. It's so wonderful to live in a non-violent society!
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I love the little surprises you find on hikes and walks. Last year, I collected a couple of kilos of various "meaningful" stones and small rocks during my hikes in Eastern Tibet. Then I shipped them to myself in Chengdu. I have a "special" piece of quartz I picked up when I visited Yogaville for the first time in 2008. It rests in a silk pouch next to a polished ball of flourite, a packet of holy puja ash, and my rhudraksha meditation mala The silk pouch accompanies me where ever I live or travel.
Perhaps the smarter choice in collector items is a feather. Much more lightweight and packs flat. It started in Ganzi, when the grassland mountain near the glacier gifted me with an amazing Golden Eagle feather, equal to the length of my arm from shoulder socket to fingertips. In Melbourne, I couldn't help but pick up one or two brightly colored feather, lost from a King Parrot. Now, in Perth, I've collected neon greens, cerulean blues, and shy pinks from Roseas and Kookaburras, Australian Magpies, and who knows what else! Aren't they incredible! |
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