Today I head out for Jamaica, my first stamp in a new passport. I am going to see the work of Food for the Poor, a charity that I have worked with for years. In the airport this morning I had an overwhelming sense of starting out all over again, as if I were still a teenager, knowing nothing, having no idea what to expect. All of these people, going to who knows where. The beauty of this morning, the beginning of a day full of blessings, but who knows what? My soul suddenly cries out "alleluia" in thanksgiving to God for the blessings I will receive today, and I add a silent prayer to be open to them... and aware.