“Often as we are being transformed, we cannot tell what is happening. For while in the midst of staying afloat, it is next to impossible to see the ocean we are being carried into.”~ Mark Nepo
I didn’t know if I would be able to drive the six hours to Boston to pick up my friend Ritu and her daughter Indra at Logan Airport. I have a car. I used to have fearless driving skills. The year in India eroded some of my confidence in those skills. I decided to go for it. After looking at a map (remember those?) I saw that it was a straight shot from my mother’s house in NH to Logan. I can do this. Yes!
Parking nearby to the International Arrivals at Terminal E was a snap. I waited for my VIP visitors to clear customs & immigration. My mind drifted…in a flash I was time traveling to that other time I was at Logan on June 24th, 2005. Same airport, domestic flight arriving from Los Angeles. Scott Morgan–whom I had yet to meet face to face–waiting for me in an orange linen shirt, brown tweed silk trousers, gift bag in hand and smile on his face. I’d taken the red-eye to Boston to meet Scott and from there he drove me to Stonington, Maine after first having lunch with his nephew and niece-in-law.
Nothing can prepare you for time traveling. Expect tears. Expect laughter. Expect nothing and everything and try to be open to all of it.
Whoooosh. Back at Logan this past Saturday…and now in the midst of staying afloat I am privileged to witness a child’s giggles and wonder at making red velvet cupcakes in our kitchen in Maine. A child from the other side of the world, a marvelous new friend who became a local lifeline for me during that trip of a lifetime…joining together worlds within worlds. Surely Scott is here with us giggling, too.