Hell of a Guy

Big "D" Here I Come...

06/13/2009

Window seat, 28,000 feet above the surface, right side – Row 16, American Flight 1614.  Summer haze and clouds make it tough to see the ground.  There even seems to be a haze above the plane partially blocking the sun.  We have just flown over the Mississippi.  It is a smooth flight, the seat-belt sign is off.

I am on my way to Dallas, and this is a pleasure trip, a pilgrimage of sorts.  I am on my way to “The Place That Shall Not Be Named.” Yes, I know back in the beginning of the year I swore up and down not to mention that certain place in Dallas, and especially the reason I love it so.  However, this may be the only exception I could possibly come up with.  You see, a very good friend of The Nancy’s and mine is there doing what The Nancy and I did there about five years ago.  Mrs. B. is completing the second in a series of workshops on personal growth and development, and I am going for her graduation (more like the closing ceremony). 

Actually, I am going for me.  The Nancy and I had hope to do this together, but Mrs. B. was unable to attend with her first workshop comrades, and waited a cycle to do the second…I am trying so hard be innocuous.  Well, her plans foiled ours.  The Nancy is on her way back to The Farm from spending a few days in New York City with her daughter and granddaughter, thus, I go alone.

I really don’t mind making the trip as a bachelor; I have made the trip alone several times since my first trip in November 2004.  I can use the time to re-ground myself in the principles of “living in the present and being in the now” and “taking full responsibility for what happens to me in my life.” I will be reacquainted with what it means to be head over heels in love with me – of who I am and what I am about, and how this and only this allows me to love unconditionally, and also not to judge others.  It will remind me I am the only source of my happiness.  It is the best day, ever.

It will also remind me that “Talk don’t cook rice.” http://www.millennium3education.com, opps!  I forgot I was not to mention the name.  Sorry!

And that is all I have to say about that…

 
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