The Weary Way

Tomorrow I  begin The Weary Way. The retracing of my steps. The flights and fatigue that shadow dogs international travel. I love to travel. I even love being lost in airports and alone in crowded planes. But each hurried step I take pushes me  further from my family in New Zealand and Australia. Each step I take in my booted stride  takes me closer to my American family.  Shedding summer and donning winter. Modern life means separation.

And not just me. (Yes that is me). Siblings are separated too. See The Header: (way above and then below)  – my daughter and son live in different countries. Two more of my  sons live in different countries from each other. Like many many modern families we deal wth separation.  In my family we have devised express goodbyes.  No wastage of words. We break from each other with the speed of a ripping band aid, so we do not have time to see each other cry.  We hug strongly, then “see ya!” and walk fast in opposite directions.

I leave you with this image of our newly married couple. (with their permission of course). I took  this 30 minutes after they were married.  

Good Bye New Zealand.  I begin to fly tomorrow in New Zealand’s Wednesday and reach Chicago at midnight on an American Wednesday. After overnighting there I will leave as early as possible and drive back down country to my own farm. Hopefully reaching home in time for chores, with considerable relief I might add.

I am not finished with my travels though. In a month I go to California for a few days to meet a new arrival in our family. But that is not until next month.   For now I am looking forward to getting back to work.

See you on the other side.

Your friend in the air

celi