Sitting on this immense Air China mega-boat in the sky, I’m feeling a little high. I’m high in the air, crossing the international dateline somewhere over the eastern tip of Siberia. I’m also high on the adventure, trusting the yawning maw of the unknown. I’m making friends with the future. My future. And I’m also beginning to space out on half a magic cookie and half a xanax…
So anyway, I moved out of my home after my youngest son set out for college. Put everything in storage, immediately realizing that the things that gave me such a cozy home morphed into “stuff” as soon as they were tucked into storage. They’ll wait through at least a few seasons in their boxes, piled high together in cold and then warm, patiently sleeping until my next home is called forth out of the mystery. Out of the holodeck. It is me that makes them into a home. And a temple.
I’ve taken my temple on the road. My deepest prayer is to be well used by God in whatever way pleases Her. This also simultaneously pleases me with the most luscious soul satisfaction.
I’m learning to use my new ridiculously tiny tablet keyboard. I’m making boatloads ofmistakes. Oh, and did I say I was feeling a bit high? Time for a nap. Only 5 more hours to go til we land in Beijing.
I’m in the Beijing airport now at 3 am CA time. There is a pagoda with a waterfall and fake lilies. Everything but the water is fake but it gives a glimpse of China…which otherwise I won’t see on this trip. Everyone here is glued to his or her electronic toy, including me as I write this. Everyone wears the same clothes. At the duty free shops, international designers compete for my attention: Ferragamo, Hugo Boss, Bulgari. I feel myself in a space/time warp and also in a few cultural chasms, suspended somewhere between East and West, China and the US, and equally as important, between the material and spiritual planes of existence.
I’m also between young and old at this point in my life. At 54 and in good shape, I feel youthful still, but I’m not hippy hostel material anymore. Geez, I feel my bones creaking a bit. I slept on the plane, and I don’t feel high anymore. I have no Chinese currency to buy water. I’m off to find a water fountain. I wonder what Chinese water will taste like? Flying in, the air quality here was worse than LA. I can’t imagine the water has been saved but I will see…I need some soon.