Monthly Archives: October 2011

Jet Lag – Bulford, UK

It’s ridiculous for me to be awake right now but I am. Its 330am and my sleep schedule is hella messed up. For the past week I haven’t had a solid night sleep and then I flew to London where I am experiencing jet lag in a very real way. I guess I have been somewhat lucky in the past because it has never really hit me this bad. I suppose it may have something to do the extra stress I have been dealing with lately. Or maybe I am just getting old.

I was so relieved on Friday afternoon when my doctor called me confirming that I am a-ok and indeed the trip is a go. I was pretty much packed up as I had funneled the nervous waiting energy into packing and readying for the trip. I spent the last day with my Mom and Dad doing last minute stuff and going to dinner at the new Indian place nearby. It is called Veggie Delight and the staff were super sweet even making my favorite dessert gulab jaman specialfor me. I hugged my parents and grabbed my bag at around 8 when Lee’s Dad drove us down to Calgary to link up with the flight tomorrow. I was quite pleased with my prep for this trip and remarked to my mom and dad how unsually prepared I feel. I am 99 percent positive I have covered all my bases.

The drive to Calgary was uneventful save for one horrific accident where it was very clear there would be no survivors. I thought back on the years I had made this is exact trip twice a week for a year comuting to Calgary for work. Some part of me relized that if I didn’t get out of the rat race, i would have likely ended up in one of those body bags mysef.

We overnighted in Ookatooks and I was able to finally unlock my Fido so i can used it abroad with other sim cards. The I snacked on a bowl of srouted brown rice sushi, smoked salmon, mango and avocado which I gave up wrapping after the first fail attempt. Sushi salad it is and it was yum.

At the airport, I was able to meet up with Nadine, my lovely spiritual soulmake, and had just enough time to do a half hour download of what has been going of for the past year. Its always a real treat to be in her presence…she encourages my soul to flourish.

 

Finally I wandered through security which was a flash then I got on the tast of recharging my iphone on the of the elusive plugs conspiculously hidden through out the conconrse. At this point, my travel friend Lee and I had a misscommunication and couldn’t seem to resolve it so I ended up moving to a different part of the plane in order to keep the peace. I was sat next to a lovely couple from the Isle of Man (Manx) who were so adorable in how naturally and fully they took care of each other . He would bring her water and she would keep the lights down so he could sleep. I adorted thier connection and let them know it. Its rare these days to see real chivalry and genuine consideration between two people. And when I see it I cherish every moment I am blessed to be in such a place of pure love. We had some enlightening conversations and I watched a few movies then suddenly the flight was over. Guess time flies when your having fun.

I was not looking forward to flying on Canadian Affair after the last horrendous experience I had with the crew from hell. But then this trip, they totally redeemed themselves. Kind, personable, and a amicable atmosphere throughout the whole aircraft.

Perhaps one of my favorite little strangisms was that there are spiral staircase going downstairs to the toilets. I had never seen that before. I had gone upstrairs on ceratin crafts but never down to the lavatories. It was kinda neat and some people utilized this place as a bit of a partyzone. I guess it may have gotten a little rowdy if not for the toilet control lady standing on the top of the stairs watching and controling the traffic. But still, this is the first time I was impressed by the space and set up of the actual roomy large counters and mirrors all around…a bit of a wasted opportunity if you know what I mean. Just saying.

At the end of the flight, I rushed to get my bag which they did make my check (weight restriction) which was brutal because if I’d had it, I would have made my 555am train to Basingstoke. I was pretty beat at this point so I conceeded the loss and waited for the extra hour then slowly slowly made my way west to see my best friend. The platform was windy, wet, and deserted just as it should be on a typical autumn London morning. As the morning unfolded, the sun began to shine down drying up the clouds and revealing the partygoers on their walk of shame. I would have been more amused by the assortment of costumed wearers wearily stumbling home if I were not more awake myself.

By the time I got to Sonya, I was pretty much exhausted which was fine bcause they had even planned on me having a little lay down before heading over to the family lunch. The shower and nap did wonders and the lunch was a delightful occassion.

I am pretty happy the that temperatures are more doable for my constitution than the chill factory I was coming from. I had some quality time with the boys and Andys parents before then finally getting to the place where I couldn’t hold my head up anymore. I crashed somewhere arond 8pm. But alas, its 4 in the morning and here I am, wide awake. No problem, I just sippped a cuppa and i think I am finally beginning to get tired again…here goes try number 2. After all, it is Halloween with two littles and my best friend tomrorow…must have energy for that unless I wanna be a zombie.

Grateful for cuddles with kids.

 

 

 

 

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Love Letter

Dear Breasts,

Thank you for being there for me. We have had a really long road and I know that I haven’t always been the greatest friend. I remember when we first met, I didn’t know quite what to make of you guys. I was confused and slightly scared at the fact that having you two in my life would change alot of things. And that now that you had arrived, you were not going anywhere anytime soon. It took me some time to get use to the idea but once I warmed up to you, you weren’t all that bad to have around. You made my shirts look better, you were interesting to go bra shopping with, and though you were a bit small compared to the others I had seen around, you seemed to suit my body. We matched.

Once I got over the fact that you were not getting any bigger, I began to enjoy the fact that I could run without a bra. I like that I could wear cute little tops and that you were most always perky. We had some really good times, especially when I discovered how sensitive you were. I know you didn’t like all of my boyfriends but the ones you liked, you adored.

Over the years, I guess I began to take you guys for granted. I regret to admit that there were times I even resented you. It was no fun to know that your kind were used to objectify women. It angered me to no end that some people could detatch the woman from her breasts. Something that started out sensual and soft and beautiful became crude and sleazy and downright violent. Yes, its true, I began to pretend you weren’t even there. I even began to see having you as being something of a weakness. I am ashamed to have blamed you for the ignorance of others.

It’s only been in the past few years that I have been coming to terms with the fact that we are a team…a family. I have to take care of you two. Remember the time we went to Burning Man and rode our bikes with the hundreds of other topless women in the middle of the desert? It was so scary at first but in no time at all, the feminine energy lifted us to a new place of empowerment. It was intoxicating to know we were capable of such things. That was the start.

I am aware I haven’t been diligent in taking special care of you two. I realize that I sometimes let myself get distracted with inconsequential matters. I guess some part of me just takes for granted that things will always run fine. And if there were a problem, it would be obvious right? Well, you guys are humble and enduring and long suffering. Maybe you are not screaming for attention like some of the others but that is no reason for me to neglect you. I am sorry.

I promise that from now on, we will have a monthly date and I will tend to you like the luscious flowers that you are. I will protect you from the baddies and together we will grow old together, happily, healthily.

Love Always

Carmella

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Springboard – Edmonton, Alberta

Since Turkey, I have come back home and sorted out my business. Infact, it all got done quite quickly once I was actually home. I then decided to take a trip across Canada hitting Toronto, Montreal, and Prince Edward Island. Then I flew over to San Fran where I hung out for a few short days before making my way to Napa to retrieve my car and trailer. I hung out in the vineyards and orchards before finally making the trek to Burning Man once again.

I arrived a week early this year and even got to see the Man go up. It was quite a moment indeed. However this year came with a few challenges. I ended up moving camps and discovering the Leopard Martini Lounge where I was welcomed with open arms. Martini Man matter of factly gave me my playa name, Caramel, which sounded sweet. So it is, I thought to myself, and wondered why it had taken four years to come up with something so obvious.

I also worked Black Rock City Emergency Dispatch shifts every few days which in all honesty, did a bit of a number on my energy levels. I also (being the keener that I am) completed Ranger training and worked my Alpha shift. I was super excited to graduate with the Ranger class of 2011 as Ranger Caramel. Again…sweet! I had a good burn and met some fine friends and reconnected with some others. Overall though, I think I will be more diligent about my time and energy management from now on. There is a tendency to try to do too much. I think I will make sure I have those “do nothing” days written in pen on next years schedule.

By Monday after my last shift, I was more than ready to leave the playa. I was exhausted driving to Reno and though I guzzled a Monster drink, I still hugged the wheel with all my might willing myself to stay awake just one more hour. I spent a couple days at a resort hotel in Reno before flying back to Montreal to cat/house sit for my China bound friend. I had a great three weeks pretending I was French although I ended up sick for most of it. C’est la vie.

I flew back to Reno, hopped in my car and roadtripped back along the coast towards Canada. I hit Seattle and Vancouver to visit friends before the all night drive through the mountains back into Edmonton. Truth be told, I was very excited to be able to store the car and the Trillium trailer for the winter. How nice not to have to look for parking for a year!

I am about to embark on a huge adventure, one I have been putting off for some time….India. I have been scrambling around doing visa applications and sorting through last minute admin stuffs. I am leaving in less than a week and I am not sure why I am not more excited. I feel very unprepared despite the 20 books I have out on loan from the library right now. I am starting to think this may be the kind of place one can not quite prepare for.

Grateful for getting home in time to leave again.

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