The flight from Honolulu to LA was surprisingly smooth. I was blessed with a great seat mate. Joyce, a grandmother from England via Texas and many, many other places, was a great conversationalist and went to sleep early. I even managed a few hours.
For once I did not have to change terminals once at LAX, though I almost wish it was necessary. There were few options in this little Delta terminal and it’s quite crowded to boot. I won’t be here much longer though.
I just have to keep my eye on the prize. Here’s a shot of what I’m actually looking forward to a week from now. It’s not my photo, but I’ve a few more or less like it from years past.
In the meantime, there’s much to do….once I get to Denver, not so much here.
I should note one thing of interest, at least of interest to me. I’ve now managed to meditate in two different airports, HNL and LAX. Maybe I should see how many other airports I can add the collection. But, wouldn’t that sort of be against the whole grain of meditative practice? Hmmm….something to contemplate.
Next stop, Denver!
Slower, cheaper, less useful…