Today I left my man, my home, my friends, and a beautiful spring day for a new kind of adventure. The kind where you put more trust in strangers. The sort where you truly place yourself in the kindness of the world.
Tears streaming down faces.
Multitude of faces from many different places.
Placing my trust in what lies before me.
Counting on the wisdom of what came before. And the wisdom of now.
As I sat waiting for my plane in Seattle, a song came over the loudspeakers. It’s called Innisheer and comes from the Aran Island (County Clare) named such. I learned this song on a pennywhistle from some 8 year old children on my first trip to Ireland. Let me tell you, it is not a common song to hear in the states. It gave me goosebumps.
Years ago when I left my full-time job at Wilderness Awareness School the staff did a goodbye ritual called an angel walk. They created two lines facing one another and then stuck their hands out with enough room in between for me to walk through and feel their touch. As I walked they gave me blessings for my travels. Here’s one that has stuck with me, and I pass it on to you.
Be safe, but not too safe.
To that blessing I say, yes. Yes, yes, yes. Right on.
If you have any travel blessings for me, or anyone else you know and love, please, leave them below.