Oh, plane rides… We were actually quite lucky with boarding and security and our seat locations. But there are always the neighbors who NEVER turn off their light or the once-oh-so-cute baby who is not at all interested in sleeping.
I think there is a telling moment on any plane trip that is over 8 hours, and that is the point exactly in the middle of the flight. Usually I’m asleep but thanks to my neighbor’s decision to “leave a light on” for me, I’m wide awake. And therefore get to be around (and aware) for the Great Middle.
The view out the window is pitch black; no cloud, no sun, no light, no shadow. It seems, but all appearances, to be a great, big, giant void. Maybe the Middle is always a bit of a void. A bit mysterious. As it goes, now we see in a glass darkly…
This trip is my chance of crawling out of The Middle. Out of the self-imposed void where I’ve been spending a lot of time this past year. It’s exciting and empowering and frightening and fantastic. So for now, from the middle, I say – Shalom. Peace to you all. May you live in expectation and hope; whatever your Middle might be.
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