Tuesday (out of airports)

06/14/2022 0 By BuddyCushman

I’ve had this very different experience of people today, traveling through airports and on planes. Fellow sentient beings. Like I see this young black guy, two seats over, he’s looking out the small window, and I know we could be friends. I know it. Earlier, I told his girlfriend/wife her braids were beautiful. Nobody hit me.

I’ve heard so much suffering today, amidst the chorus of society’s voices, dying for things to be different than they are. It’s a lesson for me. These next three days, where my routines fade out, out beyond my grasp, every waking moment can be the silent joy I find in meditations. Grandkids howling – Keto abandoned – sleep misplaced – potential run-ins with poison ivy and wood ticks. The same luscious life as when I’m sitting in my small San Diego room, not doing anything.

I’m not a big Elton John fan, but “Someone saved my life tonight” and “Hold me closer, tiny dancer” sound about right. Up here at 35,000 feet.