Day 0 – I am at a cruising altitude of 39,000 feet, seemingly floating above the Atlantic. The thermals are strong out here as our plane soars, bumps and bounces along at 633 mph. The tailwinds are at a 112 mph giving us an extra push. I do find it difficult to comprehend this reality.
Muscle and bone sink into my seat, all of the bustling stilled, behind me. The getting ready for any trip is always constant, fast and furious. Daily lists checked off and grown again. This will be a five week journey that bridges two seasons. I will miss nature’s subtle changes; its hot muggy days with the buzz of cicadas and the palette of vibrant colors giving way to cooler nights, a quieting in the air and a metamorphosis to warm, rich, fiery hues.
Instinctively we sense this change and begin to ready ourselves, our nests. I’ve just chosen to start the process early. Bears will be preparing their dens, squirrels are already scurrying about hiding their acorns and walnuts; and the bear, the squirrel and the goose in me have been cleaning corners, cupboards and drawers these last two weeks. Releasing the clutter and preparing my den for Fall. Even outdoors in my little corner of earth, there’s so much to be done to support her long winter’s nap.
In all of this cleaning and organizing I stumbled on a sense of clarity and calm. My usual onslaught of thoughts have slowed to the pace of cumulus clouds on a windless day.
I’ll take that to Paris!
Welcome to Wonder 