With the help of Gill Edwards and Tato Malay I must have crossed over to a more expansive universe during the wee hours of August 27. I felt like I was Buddha under his Bo tree. So many thoughts crossed my mind. At first I struggled. Eventually my Sylvia Boorstein training helped me. I breathed deeply and just allowed the thoughts to go their way at times lingering as if to taunt me.

Goodness! My husband was flying home from Davo at 6:30 AM. It was almost 3AM and it was raining hard and the wind was blowing wildly. What if the flight were cancelled? What if the flight pushed through but couldn’t land in Manila because of poor visibility.

It did not help any that days before I read about the Cebu airport which has been privatized
having landing facilities even fr poor visibility but not the Manila airport. If the flight is diverted to Clark/Subic like a flight days before, that wold mean sooo many hours of extra waiting for me.

I remembered I told my husband I wanted to be a Bodhisattva, following no dogmas in my spiritual journey. I felt ashamed of my fears.

I went back to my deep breathing and fell asleep. I was awakened by a text message from our daughter in London. Eventually I was entertained by her messages on Facebook. Then I noticed the rains had stopped.

My husband came home from a delayed flight. I did not bother to tell him about my horrible passage over the bridge of woes.