Trip to the Airport

This morning, I picked up a fellow reporter and dropped him off at the airport in Newark before I continued on to work.
I don't want to mention his name for now, but wanted to mention that he's been a real inspiration. He's a journalist, like me, and has written three books, not like me. But we share other things in common. We' re both married with kids, which makes us both very busy dads, and we're originally from New York, living now in Pennsylvania, where we're being as creative as we can to survive and provide for our families in these struggling times.
Yes, we're both in the newspaper business, which from day one for me, has operated in a crisis mode. I'm told there was a period of prosperity in the late 1990s, but I think I somehow missed it. Now, we're faced with reinventing ourselves, to stay a viable business.
Anyway, I picked up my buddy about 4:15 a.m., wanting to spend more time with him. He had a cup of coffee ready for me, and wanted to pay for gas. I took the coffee, but turned away the cash.
Fact is, I like having him to speak to. We think alike in many ways. For example, my philosophy is to let my stories speak for theselves. Do my best and let the work carry itself.
My friend agreed.
We talked about work, and also shared about the way we raise our kids. I mentioned how I teach my oldest son to embrace life now, while he is young. To learn to be an avid reader, so that he doesn't struggle later on as an adult, like I do. It takes me forever to finish a book.
My friend agreed.
Right now, I'm reading Elizabeth Gilbert's "Eat, Pray, Love," restarted reading Gabriel Garcia Marquez's "100 Years of Solitude," and a true life crime novel written by my friend. I can't say much more about his published work because of his latest project. Otherwise, as the joke goes, he'll have to kill me if I do.
We spoke for the whole ride until I dropped him off at the airport. It was good. I think the more time I spend with him, the more focused I can stay on my work as a jouranlist and as a writer. I'm not consistant. It's the same thing as my reading.
My mind is racing. I'm not going to start scheming - always making plans, always plotting, always trying to fix my life, and trying to fix others.
Not now. I'm just going to enjoy the moment. It was a good ride.

Spiritual guru

I am reading "Eat, Pray, Love," by Elizabeth Gilbert, and concluded that I need a spirtual advisor, a mentor, a guru, somebody to confide in about prayer, God, my spirtual living. I can't imagine who that person will be.

The desire comes from Gilbert's book, where she also writes a petition to God, asking him to end her bitter divorce. So, I'm right now going to borrow on the idea:

God, I am asking you to please steer someone into my life who can guide me on my spirtual journey. Someone who I can share about my prayers and meditations, and my petitions to you, like this one. May be that person can by like Vicky, the woman who loaned me Elizabeth Gilbert's book, "Eat, Pray, Love."

Thank you God for always listening.

Ralph