In the Denver airport there is an Einstein Bagels. They do not hire Einsteins to work there. I don't mean to be judgmental, but it was really an effort to get the girl behind the counter to understand that I wanted her to brew my tea, dump the tea out and then put in new hot water over the old tea bags. I tried to explain, "I just want it decaffeinated." On the other side the airport C terminal was a Carribou Coffee, the guy in there was new and understood me completely. I got onto the flight to Seattle with a large decaffeintated oolong that carried me through most of the flight.
So did the guy next to me. His hair was really long, in a pony tail and he kept flipping it around his fingers. He was an IT guy who liked to make his own hours and stay up until 3.00am. He was coming back from some festival in Denver that he was really stoked about and said that his time there was life changing. He also told me that he had a cute, amazing girl at the airport waiting to pick him up.
We talked about more than most would with a complete stranger on a plane for three hours. I found out stuff that I don't think he would tell to just anyone, but becuase I'm in the field I'm in, he shared. He told me I need to find this book, that he read and took a a year out of his life that helped him to figure out the past and how it affects his present: The Language of Emotions. He said I need to read it.
He is an acutonics therapist, whihc is an accupressure therapist, but instead of needles and electrical stimulation, he uses sound to create the same effects. I had no idea what that was. He pulled this giant tuning fork out of his fancy fanny pack and unwrapped it from a deep green wash cloth. He smacked it against his hand, sending the arms of the fork vibrating and he placed it on my thigh. The vibrations went up into the areas that had neuropathy and it felt amazing. I talked about how my toes on my right foot still aren't quite the same. They are better, just not 100% and cramp up occasionally, like at that moment as my toes were trying to grip the arm rest of the guy's chair in front of me, where I was resting my feet. He put his tuning fork, all vibrating and audibly humming, on my toes and after about five minutes of moving around the top of my foot and each individual toe -- in fact he had me do it to myself after a couple of minutes, my foot has never felt better. He said that vibrations will last two to three days, which I don't know if I buy. I mean, right now as I type this, I can tell my toes are not 100% happy. I'm sure they would be if I had his healing tuning fork (that is the one he said he carries around with him all the time, because you never know when someone is going to need it).
As we were flying into Seattle, I was looking out the window past him. I pointed and said, "Are those mountatins out there?" for there were white formations scraping the dark purple sky, with dark gashes cutting down the side. He said, "At first I thought it looked like the coast." I laughed, "From this distance, the coast would never look like that." He went on to explain that they probably were mountains. That there are two that run parallel north to south on either side of Seattle, one of them is the Casacade mountains and the other the Olympics. "I don't know which those are," he stated. Taking is hand diagram of Seattle and the mountain ranges, I turned my head and looked out the windows on the left side of the plane, across the aisle from myself.
That is when I swore.
Out that window stood a mountain that felt so close I feared one of our wings would touch it. It was snow covered and glowing a deep blue/purple in the moonlight. It too had dark gouges down the side where the rocks were. The pilot seemed to circle the mountain a time or two. I couldn't take my eyes from its massiveness, the fact that it was so close and that I felt like at any second we could crash right into it.
This guy next to me was also blown away by it. He said, "I think I need to go home and find pictures of Rainier at night."
We landed, got our luggage and went outside to wait for our respective rides. He complained about the cold, which I have to say isn't even cold at all. This place is practically warm compared to where I just was in Philly. I know, I know that will all change when we drive up to Whistler on Saturday, but still, not that cold here.
Sunny and I stayed up late talking. Much talk of cancer, treatment, her past five years, and what our worlds look like right now. I was up late -- up until 5.30am my time, only 2.30am her time. I crawled into bed, and sometime in the night ripped off my pajama top because I was really warm. Man, it looks like another person might be joining us in our room. Sunny says her friends and sister will just have to deal with my propensity to remove my clothing in my sleep.
We have an agenda for things to do today. But I'm really really hoping that we will be going to Bainbridge Island to find her a tiara for the wedding and that we will hit Churchmouse Yarns while we are out there.