8/5: Baggage

I rode the motorbike around the entire island today.

Some coastal town - for much of the trip today I didn't know where I was, but the island is a circle, so I knew if I kept heading in the same direction I'd eventually come back to where I started (sort of).

Another coastal town

A nice place to sit

My favorite part of the trip - I passed this fig tree and stole a few fresh figs. There are not many things better than fresh figs ("And they are even sweeter when you steal them right off a tree," said Georgios.)

It's time to let go of the past

and step into the mystery of the present.

And here lies the challenge:

how to experience the "mystery" without dragging the baggage I carry around.

And I might even carry less baggage than most,

for I am a seasoned traveller

and have spent a lot of time and energy lightening my load.

But I feel the burden of the load nonetheless.

And no matter how light the load,

the reality is I never learned how to get naked.

Some of the baggage is habitual,

while other baggage serves as protection of some sort.

It has some survival function,

of it would be easy to rid myself of it.

I guess the question is:

What protection do I think I need?

What am I being protected from?

What are my fears?

(Uups, three questions, not one)