So off we went, packed into my little rickety jeep, as far from ready as we'd ever be, winding our way from Bend to Portland, for our early morning flight, and with every intention of letting go of at least half of the weight we were carrying with (here marks the beginning of quite a few metaphorical references).
Or maybe not letting go of, but combining it with a little more ease and clarity—more of this and less of that.
journal musings. Part One. April 19th?
(Time change has me confused, maybe it’s still the 18th? Anyways, we’re about 11 hours out from our departure, and flying somewhere over Japan.)
I’m juggling the word privilege in my thoughts as we fly over places unlike anything I’ve seen before, in a “little” metal machine (it's all relative, right?), controlled by a human, someone just like me, but with a knowledge I have never sought out (my hat goes off to all you pilots out there).Read More