Here's my dear friend Julie's cozy Texas home where I ran away to last weekend to catch my breath and rejuvenate. There is a calm about my friend Julie that left me feeling quite rejuvenated. Mostly we talked, never a shortage. Here's one of our weird conversations.


You know how we use the metaphor of luggage to describe our own emotional status: as in, "She's bringing a lot of baggage into that realationship"?
Well, Julie & I were eating our forth Mexican lunch in so many days at the expansive Abilene airport, listening to the repeated warnings about securing luggage and we decided to see if we could extend the metaphor.

We're all on our own journeys. Everyone has baggage. Sometimes it is just a backpack with cartoon characters on it. Sometimes it is a cute little matching set. Some baggage is unwieldy and debilitating. It sure is nice when someone helps you with your luggage. But if they have too much of their own, or just little experience traveling, they can't help.
All of that I knew already about my luggage and my emotional baggage.

But what about if you leave it unattended, like they kept warning us not to? Do we have to guard our emotional baggage like our travel luggage? Can our baggage, in the wrong hands, lead to catastrophe? Hopefully someone would just turn it in so we could reclaim it.

Whaddya think?