The gift of leaving my circumscribed life is to be more awake and open to the lessons which arrive.

On the airport bus woman behind me from Nova Scotia fishes out change to help very distraught Chinese woman and her mother who get on without change, runs out of the bus… flags down relative who has no change, runs into a store and comes out without change and everyone just sits on the bus waiting. The driver could throw her off but sits patiently.Woman behind me keeps holding out the change. Finally the Chinese woman with no English grabs it, gives her a five dollar bill and successfully enters the bus. I say to the woman, I have met so many people who have a story. She says, “You want to hear a story? I have a story. I came into town for my nieces funeral but the day I arrived was my birthday. We had a birthday party that evening and attended the funeral the next day. I went home to my sister’s house and her husband became ill. We rushed him to hospital and he died. There was a birthday, a funeral and a death in the three days I have been here.” I said to her, “You are so open and friendly and helpful. You do not seem to have let it diminish you.” She said, “We create our world. People die. There is grief. But we have to chose how to live.” I was so glad I was sitting next to her.

I met two young women sitting next to me at The Book of Mormon. One was a soccer player athlete and the other a serious Rugby player. They leaned forward laughing meeting the energy of the actors with their bodies. Their faces were open with delight. There were four of us in a row daring to make noise and laughing when we wanted to. We connected in our desire to just hoot out happiness. Two young women athletes, a 72 year old artist and a talented video editor from India and we were a tribe. Travel is magic.

I met a man on the Metro in Toronto who got up and helped a confused chaotic mother and grown daughter get their luggage put away. He was glowingly fit, centred and calm and radiated a sense of light in the world. I pointed to his wrist. “Where did you get that,” I asked about his bracelet. Brazil he said. “I went to Peru for the change.” We both smiled. He said, “I go there too.” Then we each sat quietly thinking about those who seek to grow up. We knew that each of us had moved with courage through a forest of problems. And now, he knew when two people were in chaos exactly what he could do to help them. The world is full of magic.

Toronto Love

I met a woman in a coffee shop in Toronto who had lived in one place all her life… did not think her life “fit” her any longer so she got rid of her stuff except for a very few pieces of furniture, sold her house and was in the process of find a place close to by North of Toronto. She wanted to begin a new book… not a new chapter.

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I met a man named Wigglesworth whose sister is Detective Wigglesworth in Vancouver. He is sitting in a coffee shop in Toronto and we talk. His job is managing the on line presence of several companies in Finland. The spice of travel… the people you meet. He told me he chatted with an author who asked permission to use his sister’s name in his next book.

I met a Chinese Ph.D student from China who is working on her live long project examining protein cells with the goal of preventing and curing cancer. She spoke little English and yet this brilliant woman and I spent most of the day together going to St. Joseph’s Oratory and then lunch at Vego. We talked of how we seek out book stores, churches, architecture, art galleries for our joy. We talked of how strange we were compared to others in our culture. She has never “partied” or “dated”. Her life is focused on learning. We understood one another through the barrier of language differences and felt validated. Travel brings in the tribe.

Spider thing

I met lovely woman on the plane who is an executive for Westjet and works in Cargo Efficiency. She told me of her responsibility to transport stem cells and organs to donors. And then she walked me to my gate which was well out of her way. There are so many things I haven’t thought about before that travel teaches me. It was such a gift to meet her and talk during the flight.

I met a couple from New York in the airport in Toronto. She was from Mexico and works as a commercial photographer in the big city now. Her partner was a sound engineer listening to a new artist’s recording that he had completed just before their trip. They were sparklingly authentic and open. We found one another on social media immediately. Love those quick, open connections.

I met a man on the Metro in Toronto who got up and helped a confused chaotic mother and grown daughter get their luggage put away. He was glowingly fit, centred and calm and radiated a sense of light in the world. I pointed to his wrist. “Where did you get that,” I asked about his bracelet. Brazil he said. “I went to Peru for the change.” We both smiled. He said, “I go there too.” Then we each sat quietly thinking about those who seek to grow up. We knew that each of us had moved with courage through a forest of problems. And now, he knew when two people were in chaos exactly what he could do to help them. The world is full of magic.