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Unspeakable Moments

I’ve just come back from a trip 6 hours northwest of Brisbane to a tiny town of about 400 called Eidsvold. I love this town and I’ve been there several times. Each time is filled with moments that I love to share, and this one was no different but most of those moments will have to wait until I’ve finished downloading the pictures.

There are numerous other moments in this trip that are unspeakable. A few because I would prefer to forget them, several because others would prefer to forget them, and different ones that should never have been.

But then there is a category of moments that are unspeakable because the language does not exist to express them truly.

I could recount the details for you and include all the descriptive language that I know and have a utterly factual retelling of the moment, but that would still not capture these unspeakable moments. The language that I have and can share with others does not cover or encompass the truth of these moments because the moments are somehow beyond expression. To the point where the best way for me to share them with any who are reading this blog is to say that I cannot share these moments because to do so would require me to have the ability to trade places with you in that moment. And I would risk losing the moment entirely in giving it to you. So, because I am selfish, but mostly because there are moments that are too precious for me to relinquish, the only way I am willing to share them is by saying that if I could have you experience those moments and retain my own experience I would, because my unspeakable moments in this category are my most valuable possession.

An airport that’s not terrifying

So I’ve just found my new favorite airport. The Long Beach Airport in California totally rocks. It’s tiny and doesn’t have too many flights, but it has the feel of when flying was really fun. Even the TSA agents are nice. I was very flustered coming to this airport because I had no idea what I was doing and I kept forgetting to do all the things that I know I need to – like take off my flip-flops, take off my belt, take off my sweatshirt – and rather than snap at me like I’ve had in other airports, they were very kind and said it was fine. Maybe it’s because the line for security can’t be very long since there just isn’t the room for it, maybe it’s because coming to this airport is like traveling to a happier time, or maybe Long Beach is just lucky. Whatever the reason I have found a new place that makes me happy.