In just a moment a puff of breath, or simply the wind, will transform the perfect, starry globe of the dandelion head into a hundred floating travelers in search of a place to land and grow. No seed knows where it will land. They probably don’t even know that they are on the verge of going.
When has a significant journey come to you as a surprise?
One Sunday, in Peru, in the 60s, as a Peace Corps Volunteer, I decided to take a day trip to a nearby village for a fiesta there. Loading into the back of a truck, I found another English speaking person(although I had a command of Spanish) and with whom I would spend the trip. He was affable, thoughtful of the plight of Peruvian villagers, and pleasant to spend the trip with. The weather was perfect, the visit intriguing, the sights and sounds exciting, the people more than friendly to strangers and all in all, it turned out to be one of the most pleasant events in my life; one that I had expected to spend alone, but unexpectedly spent in the company of another.