My daughter Sarah and I got up at 4:30 am and loaded a mattress into her Bronco. That was the last of my stuff as today was also the day I was moving out of the Yoga House, my home for almost two years. Today was also the beginning of my journey to Ecuador for 10 weeks to open my heart and continue my awakening.
We arrived at the airport at 6 am. 2 1/2 hours before my flight. That’s when I discovered that I’d left my hoody hanging in the bathroom at the house … which contained my permanent resident card and bank cards. Sarah arranged for a cab to pick up the items while I took care of an online form I needed to fill in for entry into the US.
Sarah came back all excited because the cab driver told her that he had had a dream about the house, Celeste who owns it and delivering a message to the person who he was delivering the items to, namely Sarah. The driver had written about the dream in his prayer journal. He was also from Quito, Ecuador which is where I am heading today.
The message was to trust in God and it is only when we exert our free will that we tamper with what is best for us. Surrendering our will to the divine is the ultimate act of free will.
After waiting to the last moment, I said goodbye to Sarah and stood in line to pass through security. The lady at the gate brought me my stuff when it finally arrived.
The first person at security swabbed my fingers to make sure I didn’t have any chemicals. The next person took my fingerprints and photo as she entered me into the computer. My belongings were x-rayed and missed the optional full body scan and wanding because the security person was busy talking to some suited people.
A few steps later I accepted an offer to shine my shoes from a gentleman originally from India. I wound up walking straight to the plane and boarding immediately into my window seat.
I realize now that leaving my bank cards and permanent resident cards behind is symbolic of leaving my externally assigned identity behind along with complete trust in my life as it unfolds.
My first stop is Miami airport where I hung out for 3 hours. I put in a call to Sarah using Skype on my iPad and we caught up on the events of the morning. It appears to be a significant turning point in her life. Mine too.
My flight to Quito, Ecuador left on time with an announcement that there would be turbulence. I had the luxury of an empty seat beside me. About a half hour into the flight I passed over a large body of water with a road running through it. It may be the road that runs directly through the lake as you head into New Orleans. Quite an achievement no matter where it is. The landscapes formed by the clouds were as impressive as the Grand Canyon.
The plane landed in the dark at Quito airport. I’m impressed because there were clouds, plenty of mountains and the airport is on top of one of those mountains and directly in the middle of the city. As a pilot, this always excites me and I feel great respect for those delivering me safely to my destination.
I was at the back of the plane, so I watched out the window as people slowly disembarked. Each piece of luggage was being checked by an American Airlines personnel.
In the terminal I was entered into the Ecuadorian database. Before leaving the terminal there is a final screening where a security person decides whether I will walk out the door or have my bags x-rayed. He presses a button that lights up the red sign and sends me for the luggage X-ray. Voila I am free to explore Ecuador. As arranged, a driver from the hotel I’ll be staying at is waiting for me with my name on a white piece of paper. I inform him that I need to get a ticket to Loja for the next day. He’s waiting for someone else so I head off to get my ticket. When I have the thought “I’m in south America” a strong emotion washes over me.
To hotel is pleasant and in the old part of the city. There are sign warning me not to wander into the streets in the night. I connect to the Internet and check my mail. I am very cold and thirsty during the night. I have a dream that delivers the message to be generous to the locals.