Trails and Time Zones

2:32am in west coast territory but here on the east people are used to it, they just call it by a different name, 5:32am. Much more accurate considering the amount of sleep that I got last night. This hour is passing as slowly as molasses yet I am perplexed as to how I got to this airport terminal. Didn’t I just get off a plane a couple of hours ago? Oh right… it was two weeks ago. 

“You have done so much in your time home”, my mother told me as I hugged her before putting my back pack on this morning. Looking back upon it, I have. I’ve seen a lot of people and have had many different conversations. I have thought a lot, prayed a lot and continued to surrender a lot. 

3:45am (6:45am): As we touched down in a fist pumping state in the loudest propeller plane, I think to myself while Lady GaGa pumped through my head phones, “I’ve been higher than that on my own two feet”. I kindly asked the stewardess what our highest elevation was and she replied, “Around 10,000 feet”…"Thanks".

I don’t know what it is but when traveling, music is suitable for any time of day. Lady GaGa came on and I was in the mood. There is so much uniform scheduled into flights boarding and taking off. But somehow, once the sun is up it easily feels like it’s setting or in the midst of a late morning lullaby.

I have realized I barely took any photographs while visiting home, so unlike me. I guess it’s just something you do when you are trying to grasp more than just a surface memory of a visual experience. I wanted more than just snap shots, more than a story to tell. 

In the whirlwind that was an east coast tour, I questioned a lot, talked A LOT and found that I still really don’t know anything. But I’m learning to let go of that. I’m learning as always to continue to let go of a lot and surrender it.

2:30pm (2:30pm): My heart, I think it might have tried to jump out of my chest and sprint to the end of the run way. With the last few hours of travel I have had many thoughts and many conversations with myself.  I got to speak with the lovely Jenna Michelle and we prayed. It was swell to hear her voice and hear her passions crash through the receiver and into my ear... Into my heart.

Chain reactions: Chains of thoughts slamming through my brain as I continue to pray for these battles and journeys ahead of me. 

All the while my heart is swelling to be here again. It is good.