57: Going HomePosted: November 18, 2010 | Author: Robin | Filed under: 365 Life in the Bogs Challenge, Adventures in Life, Art, Autumn, food, home, NaBloPoMo, Photography, Spirit, travel, Walking, wandering, water, weather | Tags: California, Fear of flying, Pacific Ocean, Recreation, San Diego, WordPress | 11 Comments
(A California rose.)
It’s Tuesday morning as I type this. I’m sitting on the deck of the condo we’re renting, occasionally getting caught up in watching and listening to the waves of the Pacific as they roll in. It’s foggy this morning. They say it will burn off by 10am.
This has been a lovely trip with perfect weather. The only thing missing was a swim in the ocean, something I’ve never done here. I put my feet in. I wade. But I never swim. I suppose if the weather got hot enough — to counteract the cold of the water — I might. I love to swim in the sea and play in the waves.
You’re probably wondering why I’m writing this on Tuesday if it’s a Thursday post. We’re heading home. It’s going to be a long travel day. I’m not sure I’ll have the time or energy to post before the day is over. The solution is a scheduled post. Gotta love WordPress.
Once again I will have to be up at 2am to get ready to go to the airport. That makes for a very long day. It might not be so bad if I could sleep on the plane. But I have a fear of flying so sleep is out of the question. I stay awake to keep the plane in the air. (It’s magic! lol!) As I was explaining to someone the other day, the fear doesn’t lessen with each flight. I never understood the idea (or benefits) of desensitization therapy. As far as I can tell, it doesn’t work. Deep breaths, meditation, visualization… tried ’em all. I still get anxious and afraid. I spend the first part of the flight in a cold sweat of terror. Eventually I relax out of sheer exhaustion until the descent and landing.
(Pacific Portal. Shelter Island.)
I’d give up flying but it’s difficult to travel anywhere if you don’t fly. It takes longer, for one thing. A cross-country trip in the car would mean a couple of days travel time to get here, a couple of days travel time to get home, and not much time in between to enjoy actually being here. So, I get on an airplane and hope for the best.
I don’t want to spend my remaining days here in sunny California dwelling on my fear of flying. But it does help to sit with the fear using mindfulness techniques for a little while. I’ve learned that trying to deny or ignore the fear doesn’t work. Might as well sit with it with mindfulness and compassion for a few minutes.
(Walking the dogs.)
As of this writing, it’s been a great trip. There has been time to relax as well as see some of the sights. I’ve taken lots of long walks and had no difficulty at all meeting my outdoor commitment.
(Mission Bay sculpture.)
Home will be good, too. I miss Izzy and Bella, and wonder how they’re doing. I’m sure they are fine or I would have heard something from our house-/pet-sitter. I will also enjoy sleeping in my own bed once again. The bed here has been comfortable enough and I didn’t have any trouble sleeping, but there’s no place like home when it comes to comfort.
We had breakfast early this morning (that would be Tuesday) at Kono’s, a Pacific Beach institution. On the weekends the line to get in is out the door and up the street. A Kono’s breakfast is large, especially if you order a breakfast burrito, delicious, and the price is great. Going early on a Tuesday, it wasn’t very crowded at all. In fact, we were able to get a seat on the patio that overlooks the ocean.
Well, I guess that’s about it from San Diego for now. Next time you hear from me, I’ll be back in the Bogs.