Defining one moment in time.
We were supposed to leave last Sunday, arriving to Dublin Monday morning. Instead, we experienced one delay after the next discovering we would miss our connection to Dublin out of Dallas. We tried like crazy to find a new way to Dublin, but in the end we were done and drove home for food, rest and re-group. We-rebooked for the next day, before grabbing luggage in baggage claim (2 hours of that, but at least our luggage finally surfaced and for that, deep gratitude. We pack and take all the things, you know?? At least our luggage hadn't been re-routed to Charlotte as American Airlines attempted to re-reroute us there and with an 8 hour layover through the night. Yikes and nope.
The next morning while still home, our flight was again delayed, twice. Where there's a will, there's a way, so we completely re-did our travel itinerary from the comfort of our kitchen table. We held hope to setting our feet on Dublin's earth. The treachery, albeit beauty of aged cobblestones will no longer prove a hindrance. Perspective is a kind gift. All my life, I've enjoyed movies and beautiful books that take me to foreign lands and now I would experience an international world under my very own feet. Perhaps, crazy airline travel is just a part of this grand experience. If that meant we would see Ireland a day later, so be it. What is time? How do I frame to it? Most importantly, what is our relationship with it? It re-framed for me on this day at Gate C-17.
My frame to time evolves over time. We change over time. We live in a time where we experience far more anxiety than peace in it. I have lived with far more anxiety than peace for far too long. Time by default, seems to rule over us as a never satiated thief, stealing us from our own satisfaction, fulfillment and contentment for life and our place here in this time. We feel the slam of modern life to do everything, be everything, have everything as fast as possible and in the end I wonder if we've lost our souls.
Since the beginning of time, mankind has marked it. Can we mark our time without the rush against it? This incredible miracle called life can show us our opportunity to choice. If we race against time, if we are moving too fast, we risk becoming numb to our living. What we all long for is the healing of our souls. We need to be awake for that and I'm pretty sure healing happens in the slow.
Physically slowing down, allows our minds, breathes and souls to catch up. We connect to our gestures, our own vocal tones, the way we shift and move our bodies and perhaps we begin to shift our framing of time, the way we experience life and begin the work of our healing. At least, I believe it's a very good start.
with love, Jill