Stop Living Your Life Online
Geneva Fortson
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Hi Geneva, I came back to the US after 5 years away to visit my mother. It wasn’t really the US in that I stayed with her on a remote island off the coast of Maine with only solar power and no ferry or roads. I walked the paths of my childhood with my sister, rowed, cooked over an open fire and swatted mosquitos. It was good to go back. I was struck in the airports (I live in Madrid and so got to spend some solid quality airport time in Boston, Lisbon, and Madrid. As soon as people got off the planes they were head down and locked into their devices. The immense snaking lines for security and passport control were notable for people only being partially present. The shuffled along and could have been led anywhere, to any end, as long as their device was connected.

The Bar Harbor International Airport was the exception. I left my driver’s license back in Madrid and had to do a quick plan B to get from Boston to Maine. I ended up flying on a little Cessna with 5 other people and a pilot with a dashing pink scarf flung round her neck. On that flight I met a women who knew the same people I did in the little fishing village where I used to live. We talked memories and old times all the way up. She gave me a tip on where to stay and drove me over. I gave her a Lancer’s hoodie from the American School of Madrid. We both got a story or three out of the deal.

There are real connections to be made and nourished.

And then there are connections like this with a story you posted over a year ago.

There are good things out there.

Also on the trip porpoises cruised along under the boat I was rowing and followed along until they figured I was too slow. And we saw a bald eagle in a spruce tree as close as across a narrow road.

Good things if we look up to see them.

cheers,

Ben

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