Our flight out of Lexington was a horror – like playing paddleball with a tin can. It wasn’t the airport’s fault; Mother Nature just refused to cooperate.
The turbulence bounced our little plane so much that even the seasoned travelers groaned. I was too terrified to groan – but you can bet my armrest bore nail marks for years.
My “logical mind” wrestled with my “emotional mind”:
You’re not going to die.
Yes I am.
No, you’re not.
… [plane drops 40 gazillion feet in 2.8 seconds] …
See? We’re gonna die.
Unbelievable. Just chill out.
Chill out? Chill OUT?
Put on your music.
Okay, but we’re still gonna die.
When I switched on the iPod, Bob Marley was next on the playlist. And despite the turbulence, Bob brought me a little bit of peace and happiness.
Most people think of Jamaica when they hear reggae.
I think of Kentucky.
three little birds
oblivious to danger –
happy at the feeder
Linked to Carpe Diem #678: Happiness, where our host has written a wonderful post about the philosophy of happiness – involving Mencius, Aristotle, St. Augustine, Thomas Aquinas, and Buddhism. Then he wrote a remarkable haiku that demonstrates that – sometimes – what philosophers “know” isn’t worth a hill of beans.
Please read his original post!
Here is our host’s happiness haiku:
cherry blossoms bloom again –
spring is near