Year ago there was a place called airplane. It was a place you cut the string on your balloon tied to the rest of the world and set sail floating high above the earth towards adventure awaiting.
Airplane still exists. And adventure is still awaiting (for us it awaits in Vermont). But now the string on your balloon remains attached by something called "gogointernet."
Gogointernet allows me to connect to WiFi while in the air. No more disconnection. No more separation. No more space. No more radio silence. Using modern technology and my new Text+ account I could literally call my mom right now.
Although I'm using this modern advance to write this post, inspired by the novelty and quiet obscurity of it, it reminds me of the airport lobby I slept in last night: loud.
Not that I've flown frequently, but I used to look forward to the relative solitude (because I am an introvert) of travel by flight. I could disconnect, think my thoughts, and feel my feelings in a new way. But today I feel no less away than I did prior to lift off.
So maybe silence is a choice. Maybe internal mini-retreats, like I used to experience while flying, are a choice. Maybe the stakes are just higher now, and the training wheels are off. How I turn away from the temptation of distraction here, now?
I'll start with this: "Lord, Jesus, have mercy."