begining trip begins

 Last night, or my last night, before i took off for Ukraine was restless. Nervous energy kept me in and out of sleep. I remember dreaming that me and John Harvey were hiking through the Sahara desert. We were camping in between the dunes, and we would wake with our tents half sunk in shifting sand. But when I awoke it was to the dark Edmonton morning and the anticipation of travel. As i began moving through the rituals of travel i kept thinking about flying. There is something about flying that makes going to another culture so easy. In the airports I did not have time to think over what Ukraine would or would not be for me, I only had time to think over what gate next to approach. It is my becoming philosophy that engaging a trip with no expectations is the best way to arrive. I spent my time flying clearing my mind from any expectations of what Ukraine would be like. That way i could just let it be when i got there. Only with a clear and open mind can you begin to settle in a new culture. I feel like building up expectations and then believing in them is a recipe for disaster. I did not even expect Ukraine to be fun. All I needed was time and money anything else that will be will be. So i got off the plane as i got on, with a relaxed vision.