...itself."I'm not afraid of flying - even though that might be the craziest thing a normal human does - to go so fast and be so high.
When I rode a small fishing/working boat six miles into the Atlantic from the west coast of Scotland to visit the Isle of Staffa, I wasn't afraid. Despite the rough sea splashing into the boat, the wind, and the cold, I felt more invigorated than fearful. But riding as a passenger on a two-lane twisting highway in dense fog on a very dark night terrifies me. I have anxiety dreams before I travel. More than once I've dreamed of not having my passport once I get to the airport, or not having packed in time and hurriedly throwing things into a bag and forgetting cell phone charger or money and credit cards. I'm nervous about being late and missing a flight or a train. But the real dangers of travel, the things that could actually hurt me, don't worry me at all.
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"Crowned One"At some point, when I was a child, I received a bookmark or some small card that explained the meaning of my name:
"Stephanie" is a feminine form of Stephen, and it means "crowned one". I think I was slightly embarrassed by the implied royalty of that definition. I didn't really feel like a princess, but I liked the suggestion that somehow I was identified as having some special value. Who knows whether that suggestion of specialness had some effect on my personality - or how much of an affect. Beyond the implication of being special, I never looked further into what my name might mean. -- Until I was in Italy last year. |
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