time-space study

Early Morning: going to Boston today, moving my body through time and space.  Maybe I'll get back to you when I plug into my host Wifi, or maybe not.  Think beautiful thoughts....

Later: What lovely people liked that brief entry above?  I'm here, now, sitting on the back porch of my daughter's home in Quincy, Massachusetts. I know I said Boston because that's where the airport is but the family actually lives in Quincy now. They're on a hill overlooking Boston. (Did you know Boston is surrounded by hills?) Anyway, I'm here and feeling somewhat deracinated. I love that word; it comes from the French racine,meaning root,and yes I am uprooted again,just when I had barely put down new roots after so long away. Not that long, I know, and I'd do it again.  Except...

You remember that old line,  (oh dear, where did this bold face come from???)  old line from an airline ad: "getting there is half the fun"?  Well, that's a crock.  It's no fun at all.  I was nervous, harassed and exhausted by the time we boarded the plane.  However, the air is soothing and warm and so is my family.  I am blessed.