I flew to Vancouver, this week. In fact, I decided to go, booked my ticket, packed and flew in about 4 days. I make the trip 3 or 4 times a year so you would think,that a 10 hour flight and 8 hour time difference would be nothing. You would be mistaken.
The trip to Vancouver is the easy part. I warn you – there will be a lot of sleepless nights in London, on the other side of this trip! But for now, it is okay. The sun is out, and I have seen both sisters, my folks, my aunt in hospital, attended a concert and even Got to see an old friend already. It is hard to believe that this week started out in London, interviewing an interesting new art collective, Food of War, in London and ended in an old Commonwealth outpost, For Langley, over a cup of tea. Life feels busy but I feel a bit like a scrambled egg.
I am grateful that I arrived safely and despite getting ill after being awake for 24 hours on 1.5 hours sleep the previous night, I am still standing and moving! I am grateful I got to see my Dad and sister, who both have health issues that worry me, when I am far away. And, I am grateful that I had time to visit my aunty Lilly in hospital after her recent stroke.
It was an absolute joy to hear Jesse Cook and his band play, on Monday night. I am grateful that I managed to get one of the few remaining tickets, for the show. If you’ve been following me on an old blog for the first year of gratitude practice, then you will know that he is special to me. I would have to say that my moment of Oneness was not found in being squished by a broad-shouldered neighbour on the plane until our shoulders became one. Nope, it was better! For the second encore, Jesse played Fall at Your Feet and the entire audience sang the chorus softly back to the band. It was beautiful. I can only hope it was as moving for the band as it was for me.
And finally, while my whole trip includes an element of service, I would say that I am grateful that my work schedule here is flexible and that has allowed me to visit my aunt in hospital 3 times. I am single and childless, and her situation as a childless widow is also my greatest fear. I am grateful that for even just 10-15 minutes a day, I was able to be there, for her.
And so, it only remains for me to ask you….