Hawaii, Day 1
written 1/23/17 I arrived in Hawaii with my sister and our friend today. As the plane took off and left the rainy coast of California, it came to my awareness that we were leaving Turtle Island, the mainland, North America…I was creating a whole vast distance of ocean between myself and the land I had lived on for so long…to go and create my life on this island as home. This island I had never been on before, but had been calling me since a certain age I couldn’t recall. I had had this creeping, strange and compelling fear in the back of my mind since I decided to go to Hawaii. This fear of dying. Of the plane crashing and us never arriving, or maybe even surviving and living to tell this epic tale. I became aware of my fear of dying on the flight and I realized this fear was TRULY the fear of the transformation. It was, in a sense, the jetlag of my conscious self struggling to keep up with the rapidly changing reality, and the fact that I was changing. It can manifest it...