Mythic Journeys

It is all in how you look at it

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Flying east

I write something like this every time I fly somewhere alone. What is it about air flights that makes me feel untethered from myself, in a liminal state between possibilities? I need these flights to shake me loose from my patterns and rituals. It is as if I am traveling into a mythic, unknown challenge, even though my true destination is a conference.

It is so easy to choose safe routines over change, repetitive comfort over challenges, and new ideas. And yet there is a part of me that craves a taste of wildness, something challenging that helps me grow stronger and more courageous. Something that helps me remember what lies, sleeping, deep inside me. I am still that young girl who ran into the unknown against the demands of my family.

At times I need to leave the solid rocks behind to see the vision of a unique future, to break the old beliefs that restrain me. And that is what a journey through the sky seems to open in me. At times accompanied by tears that drift into the clouds, at times laughter that hides behind a smile. Sometimes both.

So I am going to see the next few days through the eyes of an adventuress, experience every meeting and serendipitous moment as a metaphor for my future to be interpreted on the flight home. Stay tuned