Back at the Savannah/Hilton Head International Airport (an oxymoron), I sit and look out of the window at the end of the bar ... waiting. Today is not one of the early morning flights that I normally have to take so I had time to slip into the Breakfast Club for some counter intelligence before swinging back by our house to pet Goddess and throw kisses at the things I love most.
Dedra is always up anyway so I texted her bumming a ride so she gave me one. As soon as I get here I have messages from the head bartender of my carnival of friends . She was letting me know that all of this travel might be getting in the way of life's more important things ... friendships and celebrations. We made promises to correct that soon! In the meantime I have permission to go out and save the world because ... everybody has a job to do.
Her message made me laugh and cry at the same time which is no small feat. Taping into multiple emotions at the same time instanteanously. Somehow I have mastered this ability.
So I stare out the window and ponder.
Today's trip is not about Street Medicine which has been the majority of what I've been doing lately. Tonight and tomorrow I am part of a group of twelve who are coming up with policy suggestions for Congress on how to improve government's responses to natural disasters like Hurricanes in New Orleans or Floods in those states where floods occur.
I'm really exited by this and have already come up with my solution. Put the President, Vice-President, Speaker of the House and President of the Senate on Air Force One. Drop their asses into the middle of the disaster. Then mobilize the military, FEMA, the Post Office, and the Humane Society to go save them ... saving everyone else they meet along the way!
I think it is a brilliant motivation to quicken the U.S. response to such things.
Of course whatever we decide has to be approved by the Congress which is by far the worst disaster this country has ever faced!
Anyway, I'm growing accustomed to what this new life is shaping up to be. Weekly I seem to be sitting here waiting to go somewhere. Then I have days at home which have become more precious. More significant still is the amount of time that I have to be with those I love and who love me back. Binding these things together are quiet times, laughter with my friends, strolls with Goddess, and sucking in the breath of ... love. The smell of the marsh. The salt in the air.
I've reached a place in my life where I don't take much for granted. Certainly I do not take ANYBODY for granted. It is all a gift that I have in this moment in time. I celebrate it and love it.
At night I pray that it will all last for another day.
I'm off now to get Rocky Mountain High in a conference room at the downtown Denver Marriott. I will give them my best and try to make the world a better place for those who are getting screwed by Congress or natural disasters.
But ... my heart remains home.
And I look forward to leaving the highs of Rocky Mountains for the toes in the sand of a beach where the elevation is two feet.
