I woke up with the question ‘Will it make any difference?’ on my lips. It came together with an image of a reupholstered chair, pride in work well done and then seeing that others had enriched themselves because of (in spite of) my energy and devotion. I wonder whether this was in some ways connected to the bombing of the hotel in Islamabad, just when I have started to talk with our team in Islamabad about a leadership training intervention sometime early next year.
There were other dreams. One dream was in Dutch and the language and image that stayed with me this morning was a ‘kolkende zee van melk,’ which means a swirling ocean of milk. It was a frightening new world in which the oceans had turned into milk. But you couldn’t drink the milk because of the power with which it battered our coastline; you couldn’t even get close as it would mean certain death. I haven’t spoken any Dutch lately so I figure that the dream (and its language) was triggered by my research on the web about where to get a resupply of drop (licorice), now that we can see the bottom of the drop jar. I was amazed about how many Dutch food websites there are and where all these Dutch immigrants live (Nebraska, Texas, Philadelphia). I was also a little stunned about the prices.
Restless images and a restless sleep. I slipped on the stairs Friday and as I extended my arms to protect myself I did something to my right rotator cuff, the same that was battered in the crash and left me with an inflammation that bothered me nearly 6 months until a cortisone shot early this year put out the flames. Now I am back to a malfunctioning arm which makes sleeping hard because I keep waking up from the shooting pains when I roll on the offending arm. Axel asked how long I was going to walk around with this before consulting a doctor again. I was in denial till this morning (I only slipped, I caught myself, nothing serious happened) but now the reluctance comes from wanting to put the crash healing behind me and not have to add another doctor’s or PT appointment to my calendar. One step forward, two back…
Bill and I flew out of Beverly at 10 AM yesterday morning under cloudy skies but with the promise of clear views as the day progressed, according to NOAA. A stationary and flat layer of clouds hung in the sky at about 2800 feet, high enough for us to fly under so we could enjoy the coastline of MA, NH and ME. As we approached Rockland the sky began to clear and we finally landed at the small airport that we had set our eyes on since last May. Bill took the controls on the way back via Auburn/Lewiston and the last clouds disappeared. I had only once sat in the right seat, when Arne took me out for my first flight last year, also in September, to go fish spotting over Salem harbor. While Bill was busy flying I enjoyed the ride and enjoyed the landscape below me in ways you cannot quite do when you are the pilot. We have decided that we will split the piloting this way in the future. Here are some pictures of our trip.
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