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And suddenly, everthing that was familiar is...gone.

Submitted by Jonathan on March 6, 2006 - 1:00am.

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DAY 1 5:58:00 PM MST

International Airspace - In the air over the Pacific Ocean

There's very few times in the journey of life that you can see yourself jump from one chapter to another in a matter of a few minutes right before your eyes. Most days we live in gradual shift; perpetual motion. Most days we spin along with the axis of time, steadily progressing-sliding-crawling towards the milestones we have set to accomplish for ourselves. The deep voice of our heart sits somewhat quietly- only occasionally rising up in a lonely cry of night or the wisp of a daydream.
And we all have learned to accept the place we call normal; the buildings we call work- home- school. Those we call; family- best friends- lovers. Our diversionary recreation at the gym- the local pub- our favorite thrift store. The items essential to my everyday: the coffee maker. My car. Kroger. My favorite pillow.
But now we have jumped. And we are chasing the sun westward. Our new life so far is a container- a passageway that is defined leading to places that are unknown. Most would consider the 4 hour flight to Los Angles as long- and it is- unless it is a warm-up for New Zealand. And as we sat on the runway at Hartsford-Jackson, we laughed.
Here it was. The end. The beginning. A line in the sand. Our lives- forever changed. Our perspectives- forever expanded. Our conscience- forever heightened. Our hearts- starting to breathe.
Once you see you can't go back. You can try- but on the inside, we'll always know we were chosen. We'll always know we were called. To leave behind the familiar and see afresh. To see the things previously unseen. To write the words of the mute. To take the pictures of the hidden. To call forth a voice in the silence.
Our new lives- quite unexplained. Yet they are strangely familiar. What my mind does not know, my heart has long felt. There is a bigger picture here. Even bigger than a quite big plane. Even bigger than a quite large ocean. As big only as a world with hearts alive in motion. In passion. In love.
Somewhere over the Pacific now. It's a strange sort of vow- this new kind of life. What all it will require we still do not know. Yet here- as of now- we'll give our hearts and our spirits in the best way we can- to go. Good night my friends.

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