Airports. I'm so fascinated by them, that I've actually become fascinated with my fascination. Why are they so interesting to me? People coming and going. Sure. I love to travel. Yes. Probably more than most people. So what?
New sights.
New scenery.
New thoughts.
New people.
But I don't know that it's just that. I'm reading this Eckhart Tolle book where he's talking about how much more conscious we tend to be when we're traveling or on vacation. The newness of everything keeps us present in a way that we turn off when things are familiar. Makes total sense to me.
The book is a bit like hacking through the Amazon jungle with a machete. Not because it's a difficult read, but it's this succession of bite sized bits of good information all lined up for what seems like miles.
But maybe that's it. Airports. Full of people outside their daily routines. Outside the safety and comfort zones, and all the joy, awkwardness and dis-ease that comes with that. It's beautiful to me. People at their best. And worst. Either way, somehow distanced from the sleepwalk.
And at the airport, I get to be right there with them.
On a completely different note, we finally got the final master of my cd. It came out great. The hard copy and downloadable versions should both be available in May. Exciting times....
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