Just returned from out east. Should be working but my mind instead drifts toward dribble. Odd wonders from the trip:
Best window sign: "Yogic Framing" [go figure].
Best fridge magnet: "Jesus called. He wants his religion back".
Most frightening sign: in washroom aboard Air Canada Airbus 319: "Do not flush while sitting on toilet" [I was so tempted, but the thought of then having to request assistance from the cabin crew to unseat me was too daunting]
Best airline film: Radiant City [tho it gets a little wierd at the end].
Best moment airline film moment: in the Simpsons when Ned Flanders speaking in church says he wants to make a public confession and Homer sits with his fingers crossed hopefully chanting "gay...gay...gay".
Best airline film insight: also in Simpsons when it looks like the end of the world and the people from the church run to Moe's Tavern and the people from Moe's run to the church
The real stuff of the trip though was complex and profound, being held by prayer and friendship, stubborn hope repeatedly defeating fear, layered patterns of faith/faltering and courage and love interwoven with ambiguity, and, when we let go, unwavering Hands that caught us, held us, righted us again, unmistakable Arms around our shoulders as we started to walk again, odd grace through board games, and wondrous, astonishingly reslient love in a young man and a young woman just beginning their journey together.
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