8. Day 12: Going With God
I love airports. They are such a picture of an in-between world. All who come are welcome. Thousands of strangers rub shoulders and glances and kindness and annoyance on their way to somewhere else. I love it because when I have finally made it to the airport I know I am on my way. This is not to be confused with having arrived. An interesting distinction. I am, indeed, on my way to feeling less fearful of Not-Knowing but I have not arrived. Right now, as the hours and minutes tick down to our boarding the plane I am experiencing tumultuous feelings and thoughts: gratitude,...
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