Monday, 17 April 2017:
45 minutes from landing in Auckland, New Zealand!!!
It’s an incredibly bizarre and humbling feeling to fly to the other side of the world. Puts my problems or worries completely into perspective.
It has taken me 24 hours of flight time to get here. 24 hours of floating high above the clouds. How many billions of human beings and their lives have I flown over, how many births, how many deaths, how many homes, how many graves, how many schools, how many crimes, how many weddings, how many ocean miles have I crossed? How many different sorts of marine life have I crossed over? And how much have I crossed over that I cannot even conceive of?
It’s humbling because in all this, I realise more acutely how minor the space is that I occupy, how minor, how temporary my life and its concerns are to the larger world order.
And yet here, above the ground, as I reflect on what awaits me on the ground, I also reflect on what awaits me seven skies above, what watches over me and the habitants of the Earth, that expanse of land and oceans and the living breathing organisms contained within, the contents of the deepest oceans.
God watches over us all and in one sujood (prostration, forehead to ground), He is closer to me than my jugular vein.
Before my departure, a colleague gave me a “holistic” tip for combating jet lag: hug a tree barefoot for 15 minutes upon landing. It’s called “grounding”.
As I sit and ponder my remaining airborne minutes (after sleeping for 80% of them), I think I’ve remembered the best and most holistic grounding method of them all.
Jugular vein, meet God.