So, I'm just sitting on the shore of Pacific ocean, five thousand miles from home, trying to fight jet lag and waiting for the helicopter to get me in the middle of nowhere. Very excited and a little bit terrified by what's going to happen there.
But most likely I'm going to spend a couple of days here just waiting. At first, I wasn't very happy about it, cause in the list of my least favorite things waiting is probably dead last. But then I got to the sea, watched it, listened how it sounds and something inside had changed. Now I don't really care how many days I'm going to spend here before a helicopter comes. It's not about waiting anymore. It's about meditating.
