Took a day trip to Minneapolis/St. Paul yesterday. An odd thing, to travel without luggage. I really enjoyed the day minus the flying part. I truly hate flying. It affords great views but just seems so unnatural for something so large and heavy to be so high moving so fast. As we take off, I’m convinced it will be our flight where something goes terribly wrong. I listen intently for the slightest hint of trouble, sure it is the beginning of the end. Lately, to drown out the noises of doom, I’ve been defying the request to turn off all electronic devices and I listen to my iPod. Once we’re up there I can’t read – it only heightens the nausea. But for some reason I’m fine drawing. Despite my fearful and nauseous state, I always get very clear inspiration when flying. So I make sure to bring a pad and some pencils. Pharmaceuticals help curb the anxiety and nausea. Somehow I manage to get through flights. But I trutly hate it. More than I hate going to the dentist. Here’s what this trip produced:
