On Sunday at 7:30 am I get on a train in London, Ontario. Two trains, two buses and one ferry later, I arrive in St. John’s, Newfoundland on Thursday. The next day I get to greet the cyclists of the Tour du Canada as they end their cross-country journey. So I’m on a journey of my own.
All told, I’m gone for ten days. And I ask myself: “What can I create in that time?” Seems like a odd question. Am I not going simply to absorb all that the world of travel offers? To consume the land, the food and the people I meet? Well, yes, that’s part of it. I want to draw experiences, conversations and scenes inside of me … so they may nourish me. Yes, I want to be fed. But if my life is all about eating, I fear that I’ll bloat – be so full of incoming energy that I don’t even give a thought to what I’m sending forth.
Very simply, I want to contribute to the lives of the folks I meet. That starts with the attendant at the London train station, as I figure out how I’m going to make my luggage work for both the train travel and the return flight from St. John’s on September 4.
There may be a human being sitting beside me as the fields give way to the towers of Toronto.
There may be a hot dog vendor outside the Montreal station.
There’ll be a waiter or waitress as I get to eat three fancy meals in the dining car while we roll through Quebec.
There may be fellow travellers watching the world go by from the next table.
There may be a host or hostess orienting me to my sleeping berth.
And on and on.
Will I share my heart with the human beings I meet? Yes, I will. And if they turn their head away or move the topic to the fortunes of the Toronto Blue Jays, then I’ll gracefully follow their lead. It may be, however, that some of my companions will be fellow explorers of consciousness … and we’ll fall together into the mysteries of living.
Will I make people laugh? I’ll sure try. The thing about meeting new folks is that they haven’t heard my repertoire of silly comments. It’ll all be fresh to them. Perfect. And as for those who just stare when I sing them “a little number” (i.e. “3”) I’ll bless them as they retreat.
Maybe the coolest thing is that every day I’ll be blogging to you cyber inhabitants. I bet there won’t be any shortage of material. We human beings are good at being noteworthy.
See you on the train and boat and plane