Falling Awake: Opening our souls rather than our eyes.

Dazed and Confused Nothing like a long flight to lose your thoughts.  Or more specifically, to regain them.  The runners gun has gone off, and my journey of self discovery has begun.   While this journey has been in the making for some time, only now do I realise that I’ve been operating on automatic pilot.  By this I mean walking around semi conscience of what was to happen, enough to plan (partially), and tell others.  But not enough to soak it all in.   How do I know this?  My good-byes to my loving family was nothing more than a deep hug, albeit a loving one of course, but one where I wasn’t quite certain as to what to say. “See you in three months”?   Well at least I did sincerely thank them for letting me go on this journey of mine, without my feeling guilty.  So their excitement for my trip was liberating.   But through this mist of daze and confusion, my automatic pilot was pre programmed.  It’s as if my subconscious knows in which direction to push me towards,

On the road to find out Sitting here waiting at my gate, something I’ve done way too many times for work without thought nor trepidation. Yet this time, I sit here in bemusement, wondering not just what lies ahead, but what and if these next three months will meet my intense desire to find some self.  It’s like my boarding a flight on an astral plane with no planned direction nor destination.   Thank you again for joining me on this journey.  And more importantly, thank you for being present for me as I embark on this journey.  Your guidance and direction will not go unnoticed.   I leave you with a YouTube link to a Cat Stevens song.  This song has always touched a chord for me, but does so specially now.  As a young lad I loved books of self discover, like Shangrila, Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Universe, Razor’s Edge, Papillon, and more recently, to ones like Into The Wild and Motorcycle Diaries.  And here I am hoping to recreate some of this self discovery on mine.  Hope y