Does the Sheep know what is in the fleece,
or wilt thou go ask the Alpaca?
Can Wisdom be put in a wood needle,
or Love in an overplied single?
Friday, November 04, 2011
The most stressful part of my travel was my fear of flying. After the first take off from Vancouver I managed to enter a state of semi-comatose, zen-wannabe state that I kept until I landed back in Vancouver. Well, on land I was as normal as one with jet lag in a new city can be, for the flights I was zen.