Pillars vs. Nomads
And though, my yearnings for travel have never been as strong as my husband's, I found myself retouching the thrill of it in the wee hours of the morning. I made a brief stop at the Baltimore Airport and immediately felt the surge of adrenaline and excitement I had experienced many times before when I prepared to travel. Just hearing the announcements in Spanish and seeing the people gather their baggage and enter reminded me of the wonder I always felt at the chance to touch a world bigger than here.
During my drive back home, the sun began to rise and I experienced the breathtaking and joyful transformation of the morning sky. I wondered why I don't tear myself out of bed more often to watch, for it wells up such hope and anticipation in me for the potential of a new day, new beginnings, new experiences.
New beginnings, the dawning of a new day, embarking on a new journey. Strangely it all flows together in my mind and purpose. Perhaps I am too addicted to that feeling to be a pillar. My mother always told us to "bloom where you're planted." Though that could be interpreted as planting yourself somewhere, I have endeavored to do that even though my life has turned out to be more like a nomad. I suppose the hope in flowers are in their seeds and seeds have a miraculous way of flying in the wind to bigger worlds . . . kind of like nomads.