Between Two Worlds

Flying in a plane has lost its sense of novelty a long time ago. At least it did for me. However, as I return home from a wonderful week in Santa Fe, New Mexico, peering through the thick windows of the plane, I realize how cool it is to be absolutely nowhere in particular at this moment. My version of heaven on earth, above the billowy clouds, contemplating (& not) all those insignificant ants (and all their issues) down below, peace resides here.

We left our two kids in the wonderful and gracious care of my in-laws. All four of them had taken a turn with a stomach flu while we were away. The only condition I am feeling right now is Survivor's Guilt. Knowing I am going to descend from these clouds in a few hours, back into the throws of everyday life, as busy as it is, is bittersweet.

In the last week I immersed myself into the culture of Santa Fe, which was mostly scoping out the architecture, art galleries, hiking in the arid desert, getting my fill of southwestern food, a bit of shopping, and having no particular agenda to fill. My sweetheart had a conference to attend everyday, so he gets my blips to catch up on what he missed. It really was Me Time.