I made it to the end of the block before I was retrieved to the realities of our home.
As I grew so did my wanderlust.
Throughtout school, college, Seminary and my career, I'd disappear for increasingly long bouts of time.
Part of it was to the see the world of course ... at least the portions I care to see ... increasing islands the Americas outside of the United States.
Another reason though was to escape the realities of life as I was experiencing it.
Pressures at home or at work, problems beyond my control, unpleasant people and circumstances are all easily manageable if you leave them behind.
The funny thing is that while I was gone, my imagination reached new heights. I saw problems from a distance making them manageable. Circumstances often took care of themselves without my help. I realized who I did, and did not, miss.
Disappearing brought me back in touch with my long lost friend ... ME!
There were other rewards in the new friends I made in the places I visited and many, in turn, visited me ... significantly fortifying my support systems and enhancing my professional contacts.
My Disappearing Acts made everything about everything better in life.
Sarah has taken to believing in disappearing too and has from one life to this one for many of the same reasons.
There's lots of frustrations back home so we're in Mexico watching the tail end of a Tropical Depression make it's way to the United States. I think we got out just in time.
Being here makes us stronger and better ... think clearer and lose much of the emotions of problems back home.
Each life comes with a disappearing act of its own in that everyone eventually dies ... escaping their life ... planned or not.
Perhaps a great deal of my acts of disappearance have been preparing myself for that day.
If disappearing from my life is anything like the wonderful times like my previous acts, it's gonna be one Hell of a good time!
