Another day, another story!
Just missed a plane. And now, I am Laptop open, earphones in, with my music playing loud enough to drown out a thousand people having one way cell conversations. And since I can't listen to music without moving my head and my body following I look like those crazy people driving like they are on the dance floor.
After many years of flying (add many, many to that), I have missed maybe two planes in my life. This being one of them. Not that I haven't had my share of close calls. I've had my share, your's, and four of your neighbors.
So I had to make that phone call. The phone call where you tell your host that ummm, you are ever so imperfect and will not be there for dinner. Which sets the stage for me showing up late tonight and speaking all day tomorrow and telling - the bona fide truth.
I am imperfect. Some days I am a little more together, a little more productive, a little more all that. But many days find me rushing and barely hanging on and laughing and being uber human. Today is one of those days as I heard them saying if you are on this flight to Kansas City - well, you should already be on it because the doors. are. closing. I was 30 seconds away. So close.
My KC connection was ever so gracious and now I'm airport parked where I'm taking time to simply breathe. And be. And think how it shouldn't take a missed plane to get me to a place where I can sit. But not being one for totally sitting unless I'm rocking on a front porch, I'm choosing to lose myself in story. Mine and the novels I'm carrying on board. (Eventually)
All while I listen to Seal singing in my ears, "Sometimes, we all have to get a little . . ."
*(A special real life salute to the memory of the lives lost on 911 in flight and on the ground. God's unmeasured peace be with their family and friends as they live through this day.)
For years on my original website (back in the days of yore) I wrote a blog titled ,Ramblings which was exactly that. Funny observances of everyday life. So I thought I'd just pick up the title and run with it on the new site. But things happen as yore becomes the powerful present. Changes. Clarification of the content of who we are and who we are in the world.
For a long time I've heard a few things regarding my books, my talks, my presentations, myself - and that is that I'm the real deal. That I tell the truth or as the new rage, Cloud Atlas says - the true-true. To which I can only say, yes and amen. I don't mean the truth about the superficial things. (Do I look fat in this? Do you like my hair this neon shade of green?) I mean the truth about the eternal things which I find of much more interest.
Years ago husband and I had the pleasure of visiting one of his favorite childhood spots, a lake house in Pennsylvania that belonged to his grandmother. We joined other family members there to visit. A part of the lakeside summer there was an annual community picnic we attended. One of Owen's uncles took great pleasure in introducing me as an author. But then he went on to point to me and exclaim - "She's bona fide!" He meant that I was published, in bookstores, in libraries. I was really an author in his eyes.
I got a great kick out of that. I still do.
Of all things, I was reading something in passing yesterday, and the word Bona fide jumped out of me. And I thought - well, yes. I'm still bona fide. Maybe more so. So if I'm offering words here to you, be they about the silliness of the day about bad dogs and perfect children, or this deep, abiding faith I have in a mystical Creator, I promise they'll be genuine. Sincere. Offered in good faith. And, sometimes even filled with the incredible power of the mad, mad truth.
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