This morning, sitting outside, getting ready to close my eyes for my morning meditation, as always, I looked up to the sky and felt that same disorientation, nothing to ground me. I realized there were no clouds, nothing to say I am here, they are there and the sky is the background. Making myself continue to look (I confess my hands on the ground) a sweet tear trickled down my face. I ground myself with horizons, mountains, trees, city skylines, trees and clouds. Even the expanse of the night sky contains the boundaries and grounding of the stars. Boundaries that define me, tell me I am here, they are there and all else is simply the background painted to look at, like a framed piece of art. But, don't you think, just maybe, the call, the whisper is to release the boundaries, release that which grounds and allow ourselves to ride into the expanse of unlimited being, love, life and unity? Maybe people like rides because they get to experience brief moments when they are released from boundaries, gravity and free fall.... Maybe the ride, the whispered call is to release and trust, to drop into the blue of the sky....the unlimited sky of who we are...the ultimate ride.
Tray table gone.
No seat to put in an upright position.
No seat belt.
No worry about an oxygen mask.