I have been blessed to have travelled most of my life. My parents put me on a plane by myself when I was five years old to visit my grandparents and that started a trend. Travel is like acting. Once you get the bug, you can’t stop. It becomes a life style. No matter what your income, you find a way to go somewhere.
I am about to board a plane to visit my only remaining grandparent – Helen. I hear the folks in the bar talk about Green Bay being in the play offs, which makes me smile as I think, “My ninety-one year old grandma is still a Packer fan.” I don’t join in the conversation though. I sip my Chardonnay and keep to myself. Because traveling for me is an opportunity to be in a different time zone – a place in-between daily life and a deeper more ephemeral space. Sometimes I yuk it up with strangers but for the most part, as I traverse across time zones, I cross into an internal realm that allows me to step outside of my routine.
I think when we do this, we open up to new vistas.
I am about to board. Here’s to curling up in a window. Here’s to looking out at the stars and waking up to the sunrise. Here’s to coffee anda good book. And here’s to the magnificent life we’ve been given.