28.6.2008- Sydney Airport

Place: Sydney Airport terminal 2. In transit, just like I am these days in life, moving from one thing to next

Time: 5.45pm

Station: Food court sitting on a high table, recovering from greasy laksa and just observing people

Mood: Sensory overload, with all the sensitivities I've created in the past 2 months my brain is hyperactive with everything around me but loving it

Observations: Old man sitting on his own doing the crosswords in the paper; a couple lost in each others' eyes boy eating McDonalds and girl eating Subway (they are made for each other- I don't mean that in a b****y way); a baby discovering her hands in fascination, moving her fingers and watching them open and close; lots of people sitting alone and talking on their mobiles; two teenage girls talking about boys; people walking up and down pulling their small suitcases like taking a dog on a walk….and lots more

I love airports, I could sit and watch people for hours, at departures there are often tears and goodbyes, tight hugs; at arrivals there are also tears but from joy, tight hugs…I had to walk quite a distance between 2 terminals just now and it was just sensational. There was no one other than a man I was following very closely. The tunnel between the terminals were dead quiet other than the sound of the escalators and the conveyor belts, everything so shiny, big advertising all around, a lot of light, empty trolleys scattered randomly in corners and stairs leading to unknown places…And just the sound of machine working, moving us from one place to next.

I used to be mesmerised by the sound of the scanner at the supermarket when I worked at Sainsbury's for sometime. You could just about cut out all the noise other than the beeping, completely hypnotised. The walk I had between the tunnels just felt the same, I wished that it was much longer if anything else.

So the journey from Nelson has been pretty good. Had a lot tears saying goodbye this morning. I know that everyone is pretty much equal but some people certainly meant more to me than others, simply because of their support, or what we shared. Not because some are better than others. I felt my heart ache when I hugged Inke, Jamey and our lovely Juan this morning. Even as Juan whispered something in my ear I teased him saying "well, I bet you said that to everyone, not just me". It was pretty hard saying goodbye. I was just happy to have Tim with me all the way to Sydney on the same flights. I just have the image of Juan's red eyes, as he waved us goodbye at 9am. He was the last man standing, to finish his packing and leave last.

The journey was fun with Tim, I always admired his wisdom. He laughs at it when I tell him that but he sure says meaningful things and at the same time not too serious so we could still have a giggle. It was weird as we parted in Sydney, he was on his connecting flight to Singapore and I was moving onwards to Port Macquarie, yet another new place, but lots of familiar faces!

So on with the new, carrying on all that I have shared with everyone in Stillpoint. If you are reading this right now, I love you all guysJ . Keep on smiling and keep on passing on the lineage with confidence and dedication. I will see you all some time soon again.