On my way...

It’s the day of the trip. I am in a plane descending to Atlanta. My next plane trip will take me over the Atlantic for the first time. I leave behind my love and my pseudo-dog-child amalgam. It is hard to leave the ones that I love, harder than I though. Way harder than I thought. But adventure is knocking at my door. A chance for an experience, a new experience. My Achilles’ heel.

I got a window seat. I look out over America, I see the planet Earth from above the clouds. I see amazing beauty. I see something good and well in the universe. I want to reach over and kiss the sky!

I remember when I was a little girl I would lay on the ground with my back to it. I would stare up at the big puffy clouds and commune with the universe. I wondered what it would feel like to be completely naked and free floating around in the soft clouds. I would occupy my mind with what it would feel like to experience complete innocent freedom. Naked. Exposed, but unconcerned.

This is a time that I will truly strive to live in the moment. To stop, and look around me. To notice big and small. And I will smile. And have no worries.