Sunday, March 11, 2018

On pre-trip jitters

In twenty hours I will be en route to Brisbane.  My bags are packed except for those few things I will be using between now and the time I leave, like my toothbrush and razor.

As I have written before, this is the first time I have travelled solo.  I have travelled alone before.  I have travelled to visit people alone.  I have travelled alone to meet someone for more travel together after that.  I have never traveled solo, just for myself. 

I just received an e-mail from a friend who travels solo quite often.  I was pleased to get it;
"Solo travel is the best!  Do your own thing on your own schedule. Plus, as a couple or group, you are insulated from other people.  By yourself you are much more likely to meet people."
I had not thought about that.  I realize I have had a covert belief that an experience like travel is always best by being shared with someone.  I realize I accepted this as true for me as if my mind was made up on purpose about this issue long ago.  Really?  When did I do that? 

Life is about getting free of unexamined beliefs.  The trick is seeing them.  I confuse unexamined beliefs with reality.  I think I am seeing reality, but I am really just seeing my thoughts.  I have never really asked myself if I wanted to travel alone.  I told myself that would be a waste, I would regret it, and I killed the idea before it had a chance at life.

This is a good place to point at something in the First Precept of Buddhism.  I killed this idea of travelling solo against the advice of the first precept.  This teaching points to many things, but one thing it points to is a warning that if you so fully object to something that you want to kill it, be that a person, a relationship, or an idea, then you have already lost direct contact with reality.  One does not want to kill anything before one has a concept of it, that is, one must have an idea about something, something that separates it from the things around it, in order to kill it.  Pre-concept.  Precept.

I respond when I notice that I have been caught by a concept by taking a breath, checking my posture, and opening my eyes as if I have never seen any of this before.  I may find solo travel the most meaningful thing I have ever done in my life.  I may find solo travel disappointing for the reasons I have accepted as true all these years.  I am about to find out.

Eyes open, soft focus.  How's your breathing?  How's your posture?  Once I answer those questions for myself, other answers soon follow.