a 15 hour flight will get me there
i leave soon… real soon.
real soon as in 10 hours soon.
yikes!
yet, i sit in the laundromat, no bags packed nor any camera batteries charged.
the to do list is long and the flight is early.
ah well…sleep is over-rated.
or at least slightly less necessary prior to a 15 hour flight to india.
there’s lots of time to sleep.
every other big trip i’ve ever taken was anticipated, planned, and prepared for.
this one kind of blindsided me and then smacked me across the face.
six weeks ago, i didn’t even know i was going.
are you excited? they ask
yes… no… i don’t know. i haven’t had time to thinka bout.
of course, i want to go… the people, the purpose, the place…
but i don’t feel ready yet.
ah, but wait. there is a 15 hour flight ahead of me.
plenty of time to get ready.
and then there’s work… oh the ever present cloud above my head.
did i get everything done? will anything come up while i’m gone?
will small deals be made big? can things wait until i return.
it’s just a building… i have to remind myself.
they rarely move, they only breath if you design them well, but never do they bleed.
they’ll be here when i return.
still, there are emails to write and open loops to close.
that’s what the 15 hour flight is for, right?
finish loose ends… 15 hours worth of them.
and so i’m off, to a land once unknown but now familiar.
to a place of ‘family’ and a feeling of home.
time sitting around the office table playing speed scrabble,
and enjoying a bengan on the front steps during lunch.
there will be tea parties with sophia and long walks with laura.
mornings with the rising sun and nights enveloped by the immense sky.
i have to move from a place of restlessness, to find a place of peace.
i must move beyond the distractions to return to the source of stillness.
i have to transition from there to here, from that to this, from me to them.
ah…
lots ahead. and a 15 hour flight will get me there.
September 10th, 2008 at 8:42 pm
Hey Jill, so cool you are back in India. Have a blast! Love the pictures on your site, keep snapping. What an eye you have! Get them into print, ya know that runs in the family. But, alas, it passed me by. Love ya! Denise