One is in a community of people you don't actually know and yet they inhabit the same in-between space you inhabit. Wouldn't it be a great community development project for some degree to try different engagement techniques with the people who are waiting for flights at various times. Some great discussions might take place. It would stretch the idea of community.
I'm waiting here at YVR (one of the my favourite airports - so far), my checked bag is being transferred to the belly of a very large winged vehicle. My carry-on is heavy, although I can't really let on. The important things - some toiletries, the computer, my journal, some food:) and a shawl (why do they keep a plane so chilly?). Many other things of course, which explains the heaviness of it. Maybe I could conceptualize it as the psychic weight I have chosen to bring with me. Gosh.... that certainly takes my mind to a different place.
Usually when I am waiting for a plane I call my friend Kari. I've done it for years. No matter where I'm going or how much time has or has not elapsed between us chatting, I spend a quarter (now two) and call to say hi and hey and all that noise of a deep relationship - not much is said and yet the value of it is immense. But she has a meeting tonight so I can't call her and I feel a bit out of sorts. Isn't change funny? Big and small it produces some small impact in our body and soul.
I'm going to take a bit of time to contemplate on my in-between and free time before I board said winged vehicle for ten hours! (I'm looking forward to catching up on my movie viewing!) And tomorrow, I'll be on another continent, in a country I've not seen before. How lucky am I?
Hugs and love to you reader. May your journey always include some free time, in airports or otherwise.
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WEll...did you make it? DC
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