About 10 minutes into my Eeyore-esque email writing I heard the growl of a dog behind me and turned around to find a German Shepard violently attacking my husfriend’s guitar case as if it was a leg of Iberian ham and he hadn’t eaten in months.
The look of bemusement from the drug officers as we tried to explain our reasoning for the multi- flavoured tea bags which overflowed from the case was priceless. I had to pull up the most recent blogpost I had done on English Tea Parties for Numi Teas to prevent them from making us open each and every bag. The whole thing was made extra ridiculous as our accusers were colleagues of our previous night’s host and had we made it on the plane the night before it would have been him searching our bags.
As I sat on the plane ready for takeoff, I felt a warm glow burning inside of me, the type of warmth you feel when you’ve just finished a good meditation or prayer. In the heat of it all the beautiful scenery, scents, sounds, and smiles I hardly noticed the true definition of righteous rhythm becoming a part of me. Even now, as the blissfulness I felt bestowed upon me begins to silently drift away, diluted by habits, work, and routine, I remember that all I experienced has now become a part of me and is guiding me towards a deeper appreciation of what I’m made up of, where I need to grow, and who I want to be.