traveling on easter sunday

Seems odd. Feels odd. Is odd.

I’m headed to the Faroe Islands this day. This night.

As I waited for my flight, I noticed the colors of aircraft taxiing. Easter eggs.

From a parking lot overseer, to a stranger calling out that my blue hair was “Spring”, to the baggage checker;

to wheelchair drivers, to orange juice pourer extraordinaire…

greetings and smiles met me as I navigated Hartsfield-Jackson.

Poet, Mary Oliver, has words for me – for all of us – this Easter Day.

Come along.

Traveling mercies.