Why anyone would leave their home in springtime is beyond me. The forsythia is bursting into glorious bloom,and cherry blossoms sing out the promise of future fruitfulness. The robins return to the lake, and dozens of colorful birds stop by to rest as they wing their way north.Mossy mother turtles emerge from hibernation, and Canada geese relax reflectively after returning from southern regions.The above pictures were taken outside our home just as we was packing to leave for Europe, so you know we must have felt some very compelling reason to go.
I must be like the wild sweet peas that seem to want to climb to the skies…
“We travel to learn, and I have never been to any country where they did not do something better than we do it, think some thoughts better than we think, catch some inspiration from heights above our own.” -Maria Mitchell or like the birds who peck seeds off our deck. It’s just deep within me.As Sherlock Homes would say, “A mind that’s been expanded by new horizons will never shrink back to the size it was before.” I think it has to do with growth.There’s just something magnificently expanding about seeing things from a different perspective: The world seems smaller and more intimate—but at the same time larger and more glorious—than I could ever imagine! And so, last May we embarked on a Northern European adventure…something we’d been dreaming about for five years! I hope by sharing my pictures and memories, you’ll be able to enter with me into this experience of inexplicable joy.We flew across Lake Michigan to O’Hare Airport in Chicago. Most transcontinental flights to Europe are “red eye specials,” and our trip was no exception! We boarded very late and flew through the night, arriving at London Heathrow just as the sun was spilling her morning cup of gold all over the horizon. Heathrow and O’Hare are two of the world’s busiest airports, so passing the time watching all the air traffic coming and going was truly a rush! Mid-morning we took another mammoth jet to Copenhagen. London is one of my all-time favorite cities, and I always feel a Peter-Pan flush of excitement with every flight over the River Thames. It’s only a three-hour flight from England to Denmark, but for me, it’s three hours of sheer magic! How anyone can sleep, or close their shade so they can watch a movie seems so sad to me! They’re giving up amazing, unique visions that can never be replaced. It makes me wonder. What causes such indifference? Don’t they appreciate the glorious? I think that if they’d only open up their eyes and hearts, they’d be filled with wonder.
“Open thou mine eyes, that I may behold wondrous things out of thy law.” (Psalm 119:18)