Traveling, and The Missing

Sometimes I miss the wisdom of traveling at the speed of man and animal.  My body and my soul are jarred by air travel, and they need days to catch up.  There is the way our first night is interrupted by little tummies that are confused by a day with two meals instead of three, or requests during slumber of "Papa, now!"  Or the empty fridge that says I must go find something to put in it, to put in us.  The words and images of the last week and a half that swirl in my mind so it feels like it may be a week before I can even answer, How was the trip? And then there are all of you, who have been so patient for me to return to this space and our work together.  In a way, I am back--but in another way I am not still really here yet.  So please accept this little piece as my offering for the day and send restful thoughts my way.  It is a draft I jotted on the plane yesterday.