Generally my trips last more than a couple of days. However, there is the lark category of travel. It’s a trip that comes together quickly and lasts just two to three days.
My travel today is a lark. A priest I met in 2016 is to be installed as rector of an Episcopal church in Texas.
When I first met Alan, he was just out of seminary and had been called to serve as a curate, or assistant to the priest. Specifically, Alan was to be the curate to my best friend who was then the long-time rector of a parish in the Houston area.
I liked him immediately. Over the next four or five years, I grew very fond of Alan and I looked forward to Sunday worship and delightful conversation whenever I was visiting my friend.
Eventually he was called to serve on the bishop’s staff in South Carolina. He now serves as rector of the parish in Texas where my son and his family are members. Who could imagine.
I will join my Texas family, my best friend, and the church congregation for The Celebration of New Ministry at St. Martin in the Fields Episcopal Church. The Rev. Alan Bentrup will be installed as the church’s fourth rector.
“Let us then offer our prayers to God for all his people, for this congregation, and for Alan their Rector.”
I had a close call on my flight today. I flew in a very big airplane and I sat in the very front of the very big plane in a fancy seat that almost made into a bed. Yes, I am very fortunate.
I was offered my beverage of choice. “I’ll have sparkling water over ice, please.”
Delta has brought back hot meals served on linen table mats. When asked for my meal choices listed on the flight attendant’s phone, I read: sous vide chicken, vegetarian melange, the impossible burger. Burger! I thought. I’ll have that.
Too late I asked if this was a meatless burger. “Yes and it’s very tasty.” Oh boy. A short while later I was sure I could smell something different before it arrived.
With a flourish the mat was laid on the table and the tray placed on top. I looked up in time to see the mishmash of id’s hanging around the flight attendant’s neck swipe across the open-face of that impossible burger.
I slowly slid the bun top over that meatless burger.
I’m journeying to Arizona tomorrow for a celebration. The twins (my sister and brother) are having a birthday. This birthday sets the stage for the birthday that follows. My sister and brother will enter their 80th decade in just a few days.
We three have been we three since the twins were teenagers and I had just turned of age – close to 60 years. While we later added spouses and children, we’ve always been we three.
I’m really looking forward to this reunion and celebration.
All manner of plans are in place. And in flux. I know many things to see and do we’re planned. With even more suggestions to consider. Yet already there have been revisions made as the reality of various types of health challenges some of us face, have revealed the need for a reality check.
Still, isn’t it wonderfully remarkable that our first reaction to “we could also do this or that“ is “of course!” We will see as we go.
I’ll first fly to Phoenix, and the next day my sister and I will take a road trip south to Tucson to commence the birthday festivity.
I’ve arrived home. After a glorious detour to Houston for a couple of days, I’m home.
Pieces of my heart remain in Taos and Houston. I’ll surely return. This night it’s good to be home.
There were some stunning views outside the plane window on the flight this afternoon.
And a best-effort sunset on the drive to the mountains.
“Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.” This Mary Oliver quote beautifully describes how I feel tonight. I was blessed to be in Taos, blessed to be in Houston. And now blessed to be home.