I called God "stinky."
The mountains emerged first as a dim shadow on the horizon that may have been any sort of meteorological phenomenon. Then they began to take shape as something solid but with as yet to be determined shape and form. I started to wonder if this might not be an analogy for the way I would come to understand myself in the days, weeks, and months ahead.
There’s a very real way in which traveling doesn’t make sense. A business trip is different, given that you have work to do….But traveling, especially by car or by train or by boat, has the potential to leave one wondering what they were thinking when they decided to set out in the first place.
Traveling disorients us and makes us see things that we wouldn’t or couldn’t before. Routines are good, but routines allow the extraordinary things we encounter every day to become the ordinary back drop of whatever it is we have decided is more important.
He told me that I was being ridiculous. They were just Pop Tarts after all, and I was about to set out on one of life’s great adventures. I should be focused on that, not on the stupid toaster pastries.