I have arrived.
Small planes. Full planes.
It dawned on me as I sat in O'Hare for a while today, waiting for my luggage, that the Airport is the first contact one makes with the spirit of a City or State or Country when you fly in.
When you drive in, you ease into it and get accustomed to it, but flying in can be a shock to the system.
Because each place has a different vibe, or spirit.
Flying into O'Hare is not unlike a shot in the gut.Â The whole American vibe and big city feel, etc.
Course, maybe that's just me. Or maybe I'm just sensitive towards it. It probably explains why I get a gut feel of a country or city when I first land in an airport.
Interesting that. There are upsides and downsides to everything we are, I guess.
Anyway, tomorrow early the week starts with an all day and evening silent retreat.
I shall use the cone of silence to talk to God.