Dear Found Friday readers,
I sincerely apologize for jumping ship on my Friday postings. While there is really no excuse, I did happen to be out of town a couple of those missed Friday’s. I wish that I could say that I was out on an amazing adventure in Africa or India while in fact I was just up the road in beautiful New York City. NYC is one of my favorite places to visit. I lived there for three years and now have the deep satisfaction of being able to move around the city like a resident instead of a tourist, I digress…back to today’s posting on travel.
Traveling is one of my all time favorite things to do. I was speaking to a friend the other day about the idea of flight not just the physical idea, which still feels magical, of being transported to an incredible new location like……
or even close to home like…..
but the psychological and emotional aspects of flying. As it has been noted by many, airports are filled with emotion. I have traveled a lot throughout my lifetime and on every flight I am filled with deep sentiments of: joy, excitement, sadness, loneliness, nervous anticipation, fear, longing and love. (okay not all at once and not all on one trip but each of these emotions have been felt before on a flight) Perhaps it is because I am 30,000 feet above land with no control or perhaps it is having to surrender myself to the talented pilots and the machinery that heightens these emotions. Back in February, I was listening to public radio’s This American Life and found myself drawn to the story entitled, Contrails of my tears, which speaks to those that cry while watching in-flight movies. It’s a wonderful story about crying on airplanes and about the emotional vulnerability we face on flights….
it starts around minute: 45
If you are out traveling this weekend, I wish for you an amazing journey.