Dangling in the sky ...

My feet are dangling above the clouds which look like they are being waved by a celestial tide. With each breath I exhaled after the wheels pulled into the belly of my magical bird my heart felt as though it was moving closer home. I am lost in my own sea of unknown hearts ... hearts all being drawn across the world for all different reasons.
Across from me the sun is revealing an angel ... three feet nothing with shoulder length crazy curls and a halo shinning above her head. Damien Rice is singing into my soul and making me miss my Erin so much that my eyes are turning into
tear emeralds.
I am finally on my way ... and to me it is not so much to a destination ... but to a journey that I know will change me like nothing else can, that will touch my soul in endless ways that I crave, that will bring new and inspiring people into my life. On my way to have new life breathed into my soul.
As I peek through ice-crystals in the middle of July into the heavens and down to the clouds I cannot help but let the tears swim down my Rosy cheeks because I know how badly I need to be on this plane, flying far away for a little break from fears and realities that have been choking my heart.
Maybe my adventure will bring me back into the arms of those I have depended so fiercely on, and maybe it will give me the strength to let go of that which I love so fiercely.
I seem to always end up in tears on planes.
Now as the clouds turn into silk ruffled by a gentle breeze I will wipe my tears and turn to 'Road Dogs' ... okay maybe my book ; )
One last thing. Thank you for wanting to share in my hearts journey. Thank you for seeing the beauty in my little heart even when it has been hidden behind great fears and walls. Thank you for understanding how this is more than just a trip to Europe for me. Thank you for traveling in the empty seat beside me and making my heart anything but empty.
I so look forward to traveling with you and hope that my words can transport your precious little hearts on their own journey.

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Heathrow is hilarious. I felt herded with the masses. I would love to see the scatter and controlled caos from the sky. All these little dots shooting this way and that. I wish that Willy Wonka had designed Heathrow. Imagine the fun it would be to slide down a rainbow to get from gate to gate. To ride a river of chocolate from terminal to terminal. The people watching in this place is delectable ... every age, race, size, degree of rest, and most imporantly and that which is bringing me many inside giggles, degrees of style.
Waiting to fly in the sky with BMI (ohh yes nice gold stiletto boots) to Glasgow. Four hours till I get to hug my sister and give her the most huggable stuffed elephant Tree and I picked out. Excited. Oh yes you are wearing a
head band and you have a beard ... hmmmm : )
Oh yeah, my little angel turned into a screaming, inconsolable little girl ... good thing I had earplugs to dampen the screams.