I’m waving to you, dear reader, from 30,000 feet up in the U.S.of A’s airspace. I always make it a point to write on airplanes. There is something about subsonic speed and hurtling through clouds that make the writing more expansive and free-flowing. Joy and I are enroute to Orange County where I’ll be spending the weekend with friends and some family for two reasons: 1) to celebrate life through the gift of music; and 2) to honor this gift by fundraising for super typhoon Haiyan victims. It’s a humble and most heartfelt effort that started with a very different story. You can follow the story here.
In two hours, we will be landing in sunny and warm California. Buh-bye for now Toronto’s freezing weather. Buh-bye beloved kiddies, all three of them were still sleeping in their warm beds when Joy, my traveling partner/amiga/neighbor, and I left home at 4:30AM this morning. Buh-bye beloved asawa, who I missed as early as last night at the dinner table while having the sweet and sour noodles with beef and veggies. Our resident chef makes the best meals for me and the kids. I’ll be missing you for four days and three nights, my darlings.