Any final thoughts?

Any final thoughts?
September 15, 2009 Lainie Liberti

And we’re off! Any final thoughts?

Tons to do the day before leaving the country for a year.. Yikes! 6:33 PM Sep 14th, 2009 via web

At LAX now, waiting to board our flight to Costa Rica (via Ft Lauderdale) Surreal experience, follows by an incredible day. Goodbye LA! 10:48 PM Sep 15th, 2009 via Twittelator

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeea-ving the statessssssssssssssssss now.

“For how long?”

….for a while, for a year, for good, for ever.. FOR NOW.

Like a Hollywood theatrical drug trip flash back, the story played in various speeds from super-slow-mo to the roaring rapids.  Regardless of the current time space continuum  we were in an emotional whirlwind..

Burning Man, the week (or half week) recovering at my mom’s, stress and excitement. The list of details was cumbersome from car issues to storage issues but the real issues were the emotional issues and the self questioning. My “rational mind” asked why. My “rational mind answered back with “well, because I committed to it and it’s too late to turn back now”. The part of me that responds to movement, time, and energy was riding the wave of perpetual motion, feeling everything happen, not bound by the time aspect.


Let’s revue;

½ a year of preparations, getting rid of all our possessions, giving up our home of 10 years, closing my business, saying good bye to our friends, taking a 10 day travel tour around the Arizona, Nevada, Utah and California desert in 110 degree heat, taking a 6 week practice trip through Mexico and Belize, burning man, family, goodbyes, reflecting our lives, letting go, getting rid, giving up….


Super hero!The little girl inside of me is afraid. The mom inside of me is fearless.. It seems to be triggering emotions of others ins strange ways too. My mom and I had a tete a tete about, well, who knows? Shit on the surface, bubbling like a volcano, erupts into a flinging shit fiasco. Miro and I participated, and were likely the catalysts responsible, but it was less about what it was and more about what was just below the surface.

My hurt little girl retreated, and allowed the strong independent warrior inside come out and hide behind it’s mask. The  pompous B-movie hero voice inside my head declares “It is I, the strong and carefree parent, shall be here, to protect my child, take on the world, for we shall explore and conquer!” OK, maybe no conquer, but at least explore, fearlessly.

The  intuitive part of me was excited, trusting took over at most times and the excitement guided the days leading to this date.  Universe provides processing time, opportunities and closure.  New, fresh, opportunities, the unknown. No worries, just eyes wide open.

Welcome to life on the road, my darling son.  We are in this together.

Together we embark upon the trusting the world.

The adventure begins today.


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