Today, the Sunday after Thanksgiving is supposed to be the busiest travel day of the year in the U.S. People are leaving their Thanksgiving celebration destinations after time spent with family, friends and significant others. We are traveling by car, airplane, bus, train, RV and by foot and by bicycle. Despite, traffic jams, canceled flights, standing-room-only trains, one thing is certain, we are, most of us, sure of our destinations. We will get where we are going at least in the physical sense. Home. For some, however, the journey never ends, There are folks who never arrive mentally and spiritually anywhere. They are constantly in motion. They are always going, doing, emailing, using Social Media, directing, worrying, moving, gossipping. Stopping or even slowing down is not part of their inner journey. Peace for them is a foreign destination. Their road to inner harmony is roadblocked or delayed by their need for constant excitement. Often, they offer you a ride or a free ticket to join them in their insanity. Don’t get on that plane! Don’t join folks on the journey to nowhere. Wherever you travel, you can choose peace as your destination.
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As many of you who read this blog regularly know, Roxie and Jean Claude have two residences: my house and my daughter CCL’s house. CCL was to pick them up from my house Thursday night. Yet as I write this blog Roxie is watching the computer screen intently, perhaps trying to see what I write about her and JC. Yep, they are still here. Although still is not the operative word. Yesterday morning they were fighting like cats and dogs. I say dogs because Jean Claude , a black Bombay, thinks he’s a dog. It was quite a fight – lots of running, leaping screeching, meowing and clawing and fur flying everywhere, mostly Jean Claude’s. Roxie is pretty feisty. Still?? Earlier this morning I went to get one of my winter tops out of the closet. The tops are usually stacked neatly on top of shelf in the closet but Jean Claude has a habit of pulling them out as if sorting them for something to wear. Sure enough, tops scattered everywhere on the closet floor and a sky blue velour top I like is no where to be found. There I said it. Sorry JC now the world knows your secret. JC also knocked down a bag containing CCL’s jewelry wrapped in plastic and began playing with the plastic . He then went to get him something to eat and demanded (by patting on the front window blinds ) I raise the blinds so he could see out the front window. So despite the clothing and jewelry fetish, Jean Claude is all male. In fact he spends a great deal of time in his cave.