02 March 2007

Travel: February 25th - March 1st

Logan Airport - Boston, Massachusetts
Pink hued morning glow
I travel far from the known
Flying with fullness

It is hard to determine if "this" has hit me yet... I am present in the moment (Or so I think) But is that truly the case if I am continually asking?

Above a land marbled with nature's wintry touch
I contemplate distance and identity
But while my mind struggles with answerless questions
The land below has changed completely.

Gateway Hotel - LA, California

I have enjoyed meeting everyone thus far. Everyone seems to be in a similar place to myself - pleased to begin a journey they have anticipated for months.

I spotted Colin from "Who's Line is It Anyway?" at Starbucks in the Airport.

Raffles Hotel - Nadi, Fiji

The 12 hour plane ride was not nearly as daunting as I thought it would be. I slept through the worst of it for about 6 hours.

The moment I stepped off the plane in Fiji, I first sensed the fertile smell on the air and the heavy weight of the humidity and heat. But this climate which normally would be oppressive was my first taste of inspiration - this was the beginning.

In Fiji, I was able to walk the countryside with a fellow volunteer. The area near Sleeping Giant mountain was rural and very attractive. On the returning bus ride, we were dropping children at home after a day at school. The village homes and the people linger in my mind not for their profound beauty but the simple human connection they embody.

Also... I was mistaken for Natalie Portman by a Fijian local.

On the Plane to Kiribati

Red bridge without water

Distant mountains green and still

A Journey within a step

Time has passed strangely these last few days.

Looking below me at an atoll, I recognize that I will be spending my next two years on one of the most remote places on the planet.

I hope I am able to live up to this opportunity. I want to be worthy of this priviledge.

And now we descend toward an ocean like the sky.