It seems like forever since I’ve written a post. There’s been a deep longing within my mind. Something missing inside of me. Ten fingers on two hands tapping air above cool, cotton sheets. In a silent dream, a horizontal black keyboard appears. Letters printed in white. No sound. Motion only. Subconsciously, a realization that fingertips, my own are moving now. During sleep! First up then down. Body tossing back and forth. Fitful. Later, words appear during REM. What was written in my head? What was said? Gone forever now. A writer’s mind….
It’s only been a couple of days since I left my office space. My burgundy swivel chair near the turret window here. My oh-so-comforting half-moon desk across the well-worn computer to travel to the desert land of Arizona in order to meet my elderly great-aunt. Still, it truly seems like a month or more since words have been written.
Travel is not as fun as it used to be when I was young. Gone are the days when I use to dress in a nice nubby suit, breeze through the airport to grab a skinny cappuccino and read the newspaper before catching my plane.
Today, it’s comfortable clothing most people wear to travel in. Two hours early is the recommended time to breeze through security. Remove my shoes from my feet and belt from my jeans or the buzzer will go off. Lift my hands above my head while someone wearing blue rubber gloves will pat my body down from head to toe.
When all is done, fight the crowds to W.A.I.T. Hopefully, my plane will be on time. Wait more seconds, more minutes…maybe more hours. Get in line. Squish in-between others before it’s time to board the shiny silver bird. Sit down. Hopefully, I didn’t forget to bring some food in case hunger pangs begin. Whew….how much longer before this landing gear goes down?
Regardless, my trip to Arizona was well worth any travel discomfort I may have endured. Shortly thereafter, I walked into the front door of a little stucco ranch house behind a tall Saguaro cactus. Sitting at a white, Formica table was a dear, silver-haired 88-year-old lady whose suitcase had been packed and re-packed several times in anticipation of my arrival. A borrowed black handbag sewn with many outside pockets to carry all of her medication including precious eye drops to treat glaucoma sat safely on her lap.
The next day, I promised her a smooth and easy non-stop flight back to St. Louis. Although my great-aunt was comfortable in a wheel chair, she was still a bit anxious being out of her normal surroundings. I was eager to board the plane and ready to be on our way. Soon a pleasant voice announced over the loud-speaker our expectations were not to be. Our magical jet plane had, “Mechanical Problems.”
I won’t go into detail, but most of yesterday was spent inside rather than outside the Phoenix airport. It could have been a personal disaster, especially for my elderly great-aunt, but we turned it into something as close to wonderful as it could be.
Together, we reminisced. We talked and laughed. We strolled down streets to shop for what we didn’t need. We languished over a two-hour lunch, pretending to be in an outdoor Paris café. Afterward, we bit into luscious chocolates neither one of us had ever eaten before.
Today, the two of us are very tired. My precious aunt is napping this afternoon after nibbling on a lunch while sitting outside in the coolness of my patio garden. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?
How very thankful I am. My great-aunt teaches me without speaking a word….