The plane was full, and decidedly uncomfortable, but fortunately only 2 hours long - allowing me to grit my teeth, stuff my earplugs in and survive the journey. There is something about airtravel, or maybe it’s the combination of having to catch a bus, to catch a ferry to get the air terminal in the first place in combination with the actual flight that makes me irritable. But as much as I enjoy watching people do the things that people do there is something about air travel that gets under my skin and I am always so very grateful when I can slide into some blessed silence when I arrive at my destination. Don’t talk to me, don’t look at me… in fact… don’t talk at all, and turn off the radio too would you?
The feeling fortunately is short lived, and I whole heartedly enjoyed my visit. I played with my one year old nephew for hours, I sat on the deck with my book and floated in an alternative reality where nothing could possibly go wrong in my life. I soaked up warm weather and watched the sailboats go by. It was an inspiration to life to be there, the kind of feeling where you are suddenly inspired to just live your life in the moment. To be who you are and enjoy all you’ve been given and more.
I’m back now in the land of rain and fog. The chill air that sucks the life out of summer and has caused my poor flower garden to rot rather than bloom. But it is good to be home too – a few more days of work and then a year’s leave to focus on my newest family member. The world is filled with adventure for those who are open to appreciate it.
Life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint on it you can. ~Danny Kaye