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Wednesday Night, Philadelphia
Feb. 16th, 2005 07:26 pmI finally have internet access in my hotel room, which means that I can log on to LJ. It's 10:27pm local time, and I have to be in the lobby to catch my van to the center at 7:00am tomorrow, so I won't be on long, but I did want to check in.
It's been a good trip so far. Most notably, I am flying without fear for the first time since somewhere around my junior year of college. The best explanation I have is the deepening of my spiritual life. When I was young, I flew without any fear at all. As best as I can piece together, the fear didn't start until after my existential crisis -- which is: after I came to believe in my own mortality and stopped believing in a Daddy God who would keep me physically safe in any situation. My lack of fear now has to do -- I think -- with my acceptance of my mortality, and my sense of trust in the Divine that transcends life/death.
But I don't want to go any further than that toward waxing philosophical tonight. The days have been very long, and traveling coach is not all that comfortable, and I really want to go to sleep.
On the random trivia level: I had prime rib of bison for dinner Tuesday night in Aurora, Colorado, which was surprisingly good. I'd go out of my way to have it again.
I'm going to skim Friends pages now, but no guarantees of through reading or responses.
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wlotus! One of the inflight magazines had an article on Carnivale, including a photo of blue-and-white-sailor-suited pan players from Trinidad, taken during the parade! I believe it was the United magazine. . . .
It's been a good trip so far. Most notably, I am flying without fear for the first time since somewhere around my junior year of college. The best explanation I have is the deepening of my spiritual life. When I was young, I flew without any fear at all. As best as I can piece together, the fear didn't start until after my existential crisis -- which is: after I came to believe in my own mortality and stopped believing in a Daddy God who would keep me physically safe in any situation. My lack of fear now has to do -- I think -- with my acceptance of my mortality, and my sense of trust in the Divine that transcends life/death.
But I don't want to go any further than that toward waxing philosophical tonight. The days have been very long, and traveling coach is not all that comfortable, and I really want to go to sleep.
On the random trivia level: I had prime rib of bison for dinner Tuesday night in Aurora, Colorado, which was surprisingly good. I'd go out of my way to have it again.
I'm going to skim Friends pages now, but no guarantees of through reading or responses.
Oh,
wlotus! One of the inflight magazines had an article on Carnivale, including a photo of blue-and-white-sailor-suited pan players from Trinidad, taken during the parade! I believe it was the United magazine. . . .
