Flying Away From Sunnyland
Tuesday, March 1st 2016
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The flight leaving Sunnyland had been only a third full. I was able to have three seats to myself. I napped a little, laying across all three of them.
.When I woke I spent $2 on a pair of ear-bud headphones and did something I hadn't done in years. I watched a new movie. It was called Clueless. I choose it because of how light, fluffy and downright dumb the movie looked.
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To my delight, the movie was easy to chuckle at and provided plenty of eye-candy. No chase scenes, minimal drama, and several cute romances. Just what I was hoping for.
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Perhaps I've had the wrong approach to movies my entire life, I thought. My parents had been into science-fiction movies, and thrillers. They liked mind-bending movies. The only problem is that this often led to watching movies that left me feeling like a mess afterward. I didn't have a way to cope with the images inserted into my mind. The brain-washing impact became more and more painful until I turned away from movies altogether.
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But now, because of Hibiscus, I had the idea that perhaps silly romance movies would be okay. And on this first try, it seemed that they were.
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And maybe, if I watched a thriller now I wouldn't be impacted as I used to be. I didn't know transformative consciousness techniques yet. I didn't know how to handle the emotional drama inside me, how to go deeper, how to find out the root of it and allow it, feel it, and let it drift away.
.The plane landed in my connecting airport. I collected my rollerbag from overhead, slung my "personal item" over my shoulder and began the long walk.
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I texted Paladin and Hibiscus each a "selfie". I had officially dipped my toes in camera-phone selfie-culture. Between the selfie photo and the movie, I hardly knew who I was. It was disconcerting, and yet it felt right.
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Riding one of the moving walkways I observed the food available at the airport shops. I should troll them all by asking what they have that is unsweetened, gluten-free and certified organic, I thought. This thought made me feel more like myself again.
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Then, less than a minute later, I saw a package reading: "Organic Goji Berry Trail Mix." I stared at it, amazed. Certified organic. Price? I turned to look behind me as the walkway continued to move beneath my feet. A price tag said: $8.99. I smirked. Of course it would cost a fortune. The water I had purchased had been $5 per bottle.
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I got off the walkway and backtracked a bit to examine the trail mix. I should vote with my dollars and buy it, I thought. I picked up the package. The ingredients read: raisins treated with canola oil, cashews, almonds, walnuts, Goji berries. It was only seven ounces.
.I put the bag back in disgust. More than a dollar an ounce for raisins soaked in oil. Disgusting.
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I had already eaten the Goji berries and mulberries I had brought with me, but I still had a raw spirulina bar among other snacks.
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It's a shame. I would have liked to vote for organic options in airports, I thought. But there was just no way I was going to buy that. It would make me ill if I ate such a thing. Disappointed, I continued to my terminal to wait for my last leg of my journey home.
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Side note: March 1st 2016 is exactly seven years after I left Porcupine (March 1st 2009). March 1st 2004 was also the date the housefire my family had when I was fifteen.