Moving into 2018
Yesterday, fifth of the thirteen flights I am or was booked on in these couple weeks, had a three year old named Noah across the aisle. He was wearing a pilot’s hat and there was no way he was going to turn around to take a photo for grandpa, no sir. That would have meant looking away from the planes for a second or three. Noah is a big fan of planes. Noah was just a little excited for his first flight. Noah was soul therapy for every person onboard flight 2053 from Houston to Miami. And Noah may well be my spirit animal as I struggle to comprehend 2017.
Noah reminds me what we can be. We can be joyful animals who finds beauty in both the everyday and the remarkable, even (or perhaps especially) when we don’t understand it.
“I’m flying!!” He exulted repeatedly. Even though the first half dozen times his grandma replied that no honey, we’re still on the ground, see the grass? But he kept on with his joy, and soon it was true.
Noah reminds me of what we’re not, we who have gained the joyous autonomy and burden of adulthood. We are not living in a world of dualities, binaries, only right or wrong. Right exists, as does wrong, but most things are a blend of those and more. If we want the richness of this life, we have to accept that and love it all the more for it.
First, we have to reach towards genuine understanding, then we have to fight for what we feel is right. And yet we must also stop focusing on suffering for all the ways things aren’t how we want them to be, and start appreciating all the ways they’re wonderful anyway.
Thats hard this year. Because let’s be honest, President Trump is a force of damage in the world, a locus of harm, a focal point of things gone wrong. And it hurts. It hurts to see our government corrupted this way, working against the decency, compassion, and intelligent integrity that make one love a nation and feel hope for the future.
But he is not the nation. Nor are the others of his ilk and misplaced allegiance. The nation is Noah. Our species is beautiful. The world is wondrous. We have so much to be grateful for. And that matters.
In a couple hours I’ll board my next plane. To Trinidad and Tobago. Then Guyana, New Year’s in the jungle for five days with the real-world angels of the Peace Corps, Suriname, before working my way back again. In those days and in the months ahead, I want to be like Noah. Excited at the miracle that we’re flying, up and up and up, even if we haven’t left the ground yet.
We can only work to improve the future (and let a bit more of the kid in us to come through!).
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May the Noahs of the nation prevail. Wishing you a wonderful holiday and rewarding 2018.
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Safe and happy travels in 2018!
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I wish I had someone like Noah when I was travelling for 18hours trying to get home. I lost that miracle somewhere at the airport and have yet to find it. Hope you had a good new year celebration. 🙂
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It is unfortunate how uncomfortable airports often are…. Though I suppose if they were more comfortable, they’d have a bigger problem of people sleeping through their boarding announcements!
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Wishing Noah, yourself and everybody else a joyous 2018! Looking forward to reading from you all through the year! Keep writing!
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You as well!
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Noah reminds me of a young Japanese man on the small plane we rode for our first skydive in Hawaii. As the little plane climbed higher and higher, he periodically shouted, with utter exhilaration, “Tom Cruise!!!! Top Gun!!!!” He made us forget our nervousness (mostly) and had us laughingly embracing the joy and adrenaline of the whole experience.
As for this next year, I’m trying to view it as an adventure.
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hahaha It’s amazing what a little shift in perspective can accomplish! (It’s one of the reasons for which I’m grateful to travel. Spending time in uncomfortable and problematic situations helps you savor the casual wonder of the rest of them!)
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