A Travelogue of a 3/6 emotional projector; 1st color Consecutive eater; 1st tone Smell; 4th color Mountain environment; 2d tone Taste in environment; 6th color Personal view; 6th color Innocence motivation.
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So. I am back home from a short trip abroad. Actually it's not the right way to put it. Not anymore. There are no 'short trips’ for me.
This journey begins with an invitation to join an ‘Immersion' with Mary Ann Winiger a good few months in advance. There follows weeks and months of not knowing, of mind arguing that it's a no-brainer and feeling into it... also of not wanting to look up flights because it would make it too real and annoying to watch the prices rise.
And then clarity comes, sort of. My mind can imagine me in this place, in this event, having fun with a group of like-minded people. Finally I feel the appetite to go, although my body still feels lazy and resisting the energy investment that such an undertaking demands. And then comes the notice that the event is full. Oh well.
I request to be placed on the 'waiting list', which is where I am anyway. A place becomes available almost immediately. Alrighty. And then starts the chapter of organising the travel, with more waiting to feel clear about this and that…. you get it. An emotional projector is basically a slug when it comes to decision making.
But there is more. There are all the fascinating layers with the signposts that reflect a ‘correct’ decision to go travelling and displacing the body. For example my partner wouldn't hear of me taking a taxi to the airport even though it's an hour's drive at the crack of dawn. I graciously accept. I can feel his silent satisfaction when pulling by the departures. Parcel delivered successfully and I am on my way.
Airport process goes smoothly with supporters showing up to help when I need it without asking (bag labelling instructions anyone? Ok now I know how to do it!). Security done in a jiffy and finally I get to the shops and food. Ah. Travel and eating.
New place, new people and auras and different kinds of food than I am used to in my rigid daily routine. Oh well, just one croissant... Relief at finding yummy separate ingredients in the 'salad' boxes. Oh and there's a hot porridge pot. Milk based. Not so good, but I will worry about it later. And so the trip begins.
A taxi driver is waiting for me at the Vienna airport. He asks me if I speak Arabic. I say ‘no’. In the car I am met by a slightly nauseating 'air freshener' and the driver switches the heating on full blast. The views on the road to my destination are great and the car inside is tasteful, but it’s steaming hot and I can hardly breath. The driver does not check in with me and I prefer not to initiate a chat. So I open the window and breath in the fresh countryside air. Phew. I am obviously inconveniencing the driver who is wearing a shirt. Cool silence between us.
The hotel is in a small industrial town surrounded by mountains and woodland in beautiful autumnal textures and colours. My room is on the top floor of this 'chalet' style building, and I have a big window with a mixed view of mountains in the background and a big ugly garage with trucks and then a local Lidl. Better to stand away from the window and just take in the mountain view from the couch.
The event brings nearly 60 people together from all parts of the world into this small Austrian provincial town. The locals are visibly intrigued. The hotel restaurant is proving to be a good enough source of simple dishes. I must make do with soups and salads and mixed veg dishes, separating them myself. The waiter is polite and clearly loyal to the chef's way of doing things. I don't have the energy to push for changes in their way of making things. On the last evening I go for French fries, what the hell.
Sitting all day with a large group of people is easy this time. My mind is 'on the case' taking in and observing with much interest. I notice this time that I don't focus on people's faces so much, more listening to their comments and sensing their mood and situation.
I am sitting on the second row, half hidden from Mary Ann. Next to me is another emotional projector and we share a mostly silent and enjoyable companionship throughout the three days. We also take walks and listen to each other intently, discuss and point to how we see things. Both 'personal' view people.
This time I notice a natural aloofness that locks me into silence and to the very occasional interactions when people approach me. It's the way I remember myself as a child, before I became more 'fun' and 'out there'. It's funny to remember this old self. It looks like I am losing my edge altogether with my 'pure' consecutive projector life style.
There is one woman, a manifesting generator who invites me to dinner together with another generator friend. Her invitation is expressed with easy recognition and I find that I don't need time to 'run my wave'. I have already processed the bond with her and would love to spend time with her.
Outside it's pissing down with rain and we trudge our way by a busy road. We are walking to a 'cool' restaurant in town about 10 min away. My friend is walking on the edge of road by me so as to allow me space on the narrow pavement. Cars pass by continually, threatening to splash us with water (and to run my friend down) but somehow we are safe. We form a very happy chatty unit under the heavy rain.
In the restaurant I am given first choice about my seat - with view. In fact I am treated like royalty by these two delightful people. Food is delicious. I remind myself to move my focus between the two once in a while so as to not leave one of my hosts out of the conversation. At the end my friend insists on treating me for dinner. It really is a treat. Life delivers signposts even on stormy dark and cold nights far away from home.
So. Been back a week now and I am still landing. Well what do you expect!...