Travel Memoir Mar.18.13

"I try so hard, please don't let me be misunderstood..." - Nina Simone

Cabin pressurised. thoughts and emotions mingle. I am in 30F, amidst the returning progeny of the east, travellers and people of the world. I am neatly sandwiched between two mothers, carrying their babes on lap. One from the mountains, the other playing with a symbol book. Taxing. Thoughts ready to fly

Of Monsters and men playing: "Alrighty then." Cotton earbuds provided to babes to reduce altitude/ pressure ear pops. Mothers cling tight. Protect ears with cupped hands, She the mountain one is restless at take-off. Reaches out and transfers baby grip to my hands. I give energy. Flying. Take to skies. As I write, receive signals from all around to divert my attention; I keep writing. Feel expanding in the air.

 Expanding of the thoughts, feelings try to be involved, but I write on. I learn about form and intent, from maternal energies in presence. Nusrat delivers full volume. Babies are fidgety and sensitive to every condition and shift.