sleeping on the airport floor

sleeping the night on the airport floor, my head resting on hwubby's chest. his heartbeat is pulsating aum into my cheek as i hear my inner ocean singing aum. two streams of aum blend into one river reverberating in a grand resonance that sounds no different from the aum of the pacific ocean.

it is not announced why our plane is delayed for so long, but then, hey, so are most of the life twists and turns. who knows why this, who knows why that, who knows why nothing is happening the way i like them to be. as my meditation teacher says, people ask why was i born, let's not go that far, let's see what we can do with the life we've been given. so the plane is delayed. so we have to spend the night in the airport. so what? so we are holding each other, reveling in each other's warmth, laughter and silly gibberish. so it is we know we have all that we need and want. so it is we give thanks from the bottom of our hearts to the cabin crew who is drafted from who knows where after working nonstop for 24 hours to make our flight happen in a safe and pleasant way.