Time Zone

22 Jan

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.

One Response to “Time Zone”

  1. Greg Olmen January 23, 2011 at 9:54 pm #

    This is the first page of a book I would like to read…

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