View from the Dillingham Transportation Building
Good Morning, God
It just struck me that my life is fairly orderly. Orderly is maybe too positive word — I just resisted saying ROUTINE.. Do I feel negative about this? I’m not sure, but I do travel on a minimum of paths. I mostly go where I have been before.
This view out the window of the ladies room on the second floor shows paths I haven’t walked on. Hm. I guess walking is the best way to explore a new path. New Paths. New Views. They help me look and see — as opposed to autopilot travel — where often I don’t look because I know.
But, as I am saying this — the thought comes to me — that I might possibly be seeing my family and friends through “autopilot” eyes. That is NOT a good thought. Part of the blessing of being with another person is to be wide open to his or her uniqueness.
So, God, maybe this meandering contemplation of paths has more to do with INNER TRAVEL than it does simply taking a new route back to the parking garage. Each person is a GIFT waiting to be enjoyed. . . to be see . . . to be heard . . . to be laughed with.
Today at lunch a friend from California shared how she wanted a house where people from around the world could come and dine together — share ideas — open their hearts to each other. She wants it kid friendly so people can come with their families. She can SEE just what it looks like. She is believing that YOU are in this. I believe it too. How good it was to hear her heart! It was as if she walked me into her heart to look and see what she saw — to travel her inner paths with her. Ah, God! Thank you! This is the very best kind of travel!
Story teller,
A Moment with God 
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