And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.” T.S. Eliot -- Four Quartets
I think this recent sense of returning, within me, began
last year about this time when Sue and I went on vacation to Canada. I can’t be
sure but that is how it “feels” inside of me.
Now Sue and I are preparing for another trip, an extended week-end in Ohio where I was born. We
will spend the time with my cousin (and childhood babysitter), Sallie. Strange
how things go; two weeks ago Sallie was a guest on the online radio show I do
with Jack.
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| Once upon a time.... |
Who would have
imagined such a thing back in the day when
Sallie was my guide
and ally in making kool-aid popsicles in ice cube trays?
Our time will be
devoted to ME, first on this pilgrimage I have been planning for a very long time. It has been more than thirty years
since my last visit there. And, this time, as Sue points out, will be a very different kind of of experience.
From where I sit
here, watching the birds coming into the feeder just outside my office window,
I cannot even imagine how. Yet I do know it will be – special. For starters, I will have Sue with me.
One of the things
Murat often stressed was the difference between knowing about something and knowing “IT.” Inside my mind I know, intellectually, about the
notion that “IT” will be different in the experience than simply planning and
thinking about it.
We’re leaving on
Friday. Ummm.
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