At Home in the in betweens:
Back where I belong today; in airports and on the road, or in the air. Don’t know why the in betweens always feels like home, but it still does! It’s always on the way to..something beautiful, unexpected, transformational happens. Perhaps i have a pilgrimage spirituality. As soon as i start packing for a venture, i get joyful.
My spirituality is at least one of liminality, the God of to and fro, the in but not of space, the ironic participation. I find God in between the lines. The Jesus before, through, and after the bible, the already not yet… All those Psalms of ascent are my favorites. Perhaps we are all slowly ascending…at least I am today! I spend lots of time on rooftops to remember this space, but planes make the metaphor obvious. Especially now that you can write and broadcast from them. I don’t mind living an octave too high, as Heschel put it. Or at least in the in betweens.