Flights of Fantasy.

 Flights of Fantasy.

 

Have decided that the only flight this old woman will ever need again in this lifetime is going to merely be a flight of fantasy. Dreaming of a cabin on a creek, imagining riding a horse over the hills to a streambed of rocks near the mountains of someplace in Missouri, thinking about walking trails near the clear creeks of Arkansas and looking for wildflowers—let me travel. Yep, those are such cool endeavors that won’t leave me sore or otherwise indisposed. So, keep your wonderful cruises to Alaska and train rides through Canada, and let me do my little flights of fantasy for an older body with its limitations no longer restricted to actual earthbound trips. See, some of us have traveled all over this country and many others to see the Cotswold of England, the lakes of Switzerland, the castles of Bavaria, the Steppes of Russia, the Caucasus Mountains, the lands of Peru and Ecuador, or any of the other interesting places we might consider visiting. Keep Las Vegas, Disneyworld, or Los Angeles and San Francisco. Unless we can walk with the burros of the Grand Canyon and visit the American Indians of the Southwest in our reading, it simply is not worth the effort to travel. Besides, unless we have full blown AC in all our trips, it simply is not worth thinking about. Now the fires built in the Yukon among the sled dogs and camps among the Inuit might be ok, but let’s not get too ambitious.

 

Just so you know, Thompson and Sylvia totally approve of my travels. They especially appreciated the 18 scrambled eggs they had for breakfast this morning before my latest trip to New England. They thought it was cool that my visits with all those cats did not mean they had to smell the kitties or see their fur. They enjoy the hens and barking at the rabbits and squirrels right here in their back yard, so they don’t mind if the old woman travels with a Kindle from her armchair. Traveling around here is usually very quiet unless something funny happens to make someone really giggle.

 

Some of the connections that many people share involve traveling by words, in living and in history. How many men have brought home “the bacon” and had the family to shelter, the animals to care for, the fields to clear or sow? No matter how things change with time, some things remain the same. And how many mothers have taught their children to read from the one book that everyone had in their homes? Foundations have been built in the family, in the communities, in this nation as well as in other nations. And they all traveled with books to learn about freedom and blessings.

 

May we remember to be grateful that God has given us so very much in our lives. Rejoice and know that we will never walk alone.