Sunday evening--13Jan13: 13/352
Was cold in the AZ desert. Way cold back here at home in CO.
The week away? Hope-filled. Tear-filled. Encouraging. Troubling. Peaceful. Surprising. Comforting. Unsettling. Restful. Some anxiety. Life.
Was a bit strange to leave Judy, return home alone, to return at the end of the week. Already looking forward to road-tripping home together. A week from now, we’ll be here again.
Home. No place better.
Got on the plane this evening ready to do some reading and needed quiet reflection on this past week. Was hoping to do some creative planning about this important week to come. For the first 30 minutes? Perfect. My seat mate said, “Hello.” And that was that.
Then, without warning he he asked, about 30 minutes into the flight, “What is it you do?” With no conversation there was no reason to be that specific. He seemed like a pleasant sort, so I told him, “I’m a leadership mentor. What do you do?”
That interchange took us into one fascinating conversation we almost missed. Both of us verbally checked each other out to see if we were legit in what we were saying. We were. We are. As he unpacked some of his story, one more time, I sat quietly stunned at the deep and sacred privilege of meeting the people I meet, and have met over my life time.
Into the conversation he added, “I just don’t interrupt people like I did, That is not what I do. But there was something about you that made me want to have a conversation with you. I am glad we’ve had this time.” As was I.
There is a chuckle in my soul as I think through our conversation. There was absolutely nothing that either one of us did to suggest a conversation. I was reading. So was he.
However, when we stood up to deplane, we both agreed that sitting there was no accident. Getting our luggage, we reaffirmed being in touch soon. I’m still shaking my head at this encounter.
Oh the webs that get mystically woven when we commit to living life to the max for all the correct, life-giving reasons. I was weary enough to not be looking for any conversation. Some One had something else in mind. I was not weary when we landed in freezing Denver.
My heart is warm to the possibilities of hearing more about how those who suffer with migraines, via PTSD from injuries via sports, war, accidents, or other causes, need not suffer any more. Amazing what I was told by a young, brilliant, prominent lawyer who is giving guidance to equally brilliant doctors because he longs to make a difference in the lives of those who suffer.
Who do you know who may suffer from migraines?