A few select airlines have opened up what they are calling “flights to nowhere”--airplanes that take off and land in the same airport an hour or two later--and they are selling out in minutes. I can’t get this out of my head. On the one hand, there’s a little part of me that understands it. Flying in airplanes has always been a reflective space for me. I never paid for wifi, even when it became available. Instead I would give myself permission to get absorbed in a book, or wrestle with a piece of writing without the temptation of email, or handwrite in my journal. Or, once I had little ones, do that most luxurious of things--even while sitting up and cramped--sleep. I’m a window seat person--I love looking out that little oval and studying the clouds or the weird crop patterns or gazing at the necklace of lights at night. I do miss all those things.
Ack. The fossil fuel ride to nowhere. So curious as to the decision making around this. Was there a place at the table for the Earth to speak? And how do we find the courage to keep our feet on the ground and space to rest as if flying? Thank you Courtney.
Love this / hate this metaphor. So true. So much false white utopia nowhere to let go of.
I needed this tribute to Ruth, and what her legacy is telling you. I was up there on the mountain with you.
Ack. The fossil fuel ride to nowhere. So curious as to the decision making around this. Was there a place at the table for the Earth to speak? And how do we find the courage to keep our feet on the ground and space to rest as if flying? Thank you Courtney.