A bit of magical ken in the sky

l used to be afraid of the bumps and turns and noises of an airplane, but then Curtis took flying lessons and now has the knowledge enough to explain to me what they are. I find that I can handle almost anything as long as I understand it. Today, between the bumpy air pockets and meowing critter under my seat (I'm transporting Sadie to her new home in Pennsylvania), I was completely taken aback by a bit of everyday magic: for an hour already, I had been sitting 3 rows behind my dearest friend. How could I have missed it? Familiarity is usually like a magnet to me; I notice things that are dear to me very quickly. So why, when flying the friendly skies, did I miss the most important friend of all?


Well it goes without saying that on this flight from Austin, TX to Detroit, MI there was literally a snowball's chance in hell that it was actually my bestie. This occurence, though, did remind me that even when he's not in front of me, he's always part of my day; he's always an important ingredient in the recipe of my life. A real friend is never actually as far away as it seems.

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Stratford musings

One of the things that makes Stratford so incredible is its diversity. Here I sit, on a bench on the main street, listening to a lad of no more than 20 years old play Bach on his old, beat up classical guitar. I think he must love me by now because I can't resist the urge to empty my pockets every time I walk by. Though there are passersby with varied life stories, I can't help but being transported to a beautiful English garden full of butterflies and fragrant blooms. Stratford is a town that always brings out the best in me. Not only does it remind me that there are still gentle, quiet places in the world, but it also always reminds me that there are endless possibilities for us all. Stratford always fosters my every ambition, be it childish or lofty. Being here always reminds me that it's ok to strive to be a better person. When I'm here, I want to plant a garden. When I'm here, I remember to believe in faeries.

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