Last night I heard an ABC News report about travelers stranded at a now deserted NY City airport, sleeping on dirty floors or plastic chairs and presumably stuck for days until the great blizzard of 2015 passes; thousands of flights nationwide have been cancelled because of the massive storm, said to affect sixty-million Americans.
“Hello, friend, come home with me until the storm passes and you can get back to your travels. I’ve a warm, safe home, a loving family, and we’ve prepared some wonderful food for you."
"This is a homecoming of sorts, and after dinner, we have a very comfortable bed in our guest room so you can get a good night's sleep and be rested for the resumption of your journey."
I have relived this vision over and over and consider it centrally related to my heart’s desire or deepest longing in that we are all travelers here on this earth while we inhabit our human forms, and we all have moments of loss, of being stranded, of being alone, without options, lost in the void or vortex of a great storm, and my deepest wish is that there would always be some fellow being (human, animal, spirit or otherwise) to assist us, close by all the time; if we only just turn around and open our eyes instead of trying to sleep on the rather uncomfortable plastic chair in the cold and cavernous airport hallway, feeling hungry, tired, anxious and worried about how we’ll ever get home, this true friend is waiting right there for us with outstretched arms and love enough to lend a helping hand.