The trip was relatively uneventful, aside from the fact that I had to be out of the house by 7 this morning, since my flight was at 9:50 AM. No great excitement in the air; mostly six hours of boredom. That's not entirely true; I listened to some great jazz guitar by Tal Farlow, Wes Montgomery, Kenny Burrell, Grant Green, Herb Ellis and Joe Pass, and Barney Kessell (I think I was born about 10-20 years too late, given my musical tastes) and read Bonnie Friedman's book, Writing Past Dark: Envy, Fear, Distraction and Other Dilemmas in the Writer's Life. She had a quote in there from Lao Tzu that I thought was particularly apropos, particularly given a lot of what I've read in some other journals and on the Ghostletters mailing list:
When they lose their sense of awe
People turn to religion.
When they no longer trust themselves
They begin to depend on authority.
Beautiful, isn't it? To me, what it says is that I spend too much of my time looking elsewhere for what I have inside of me, and I need to start trusting myself more. Anyway, just submitted for your approbation.