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I found this writing of mine, and thought it was worth sharing. This was written less than a month after my Mom passed. I am sure she loves this.
I am in the air. Flying from Madrid, Spain to San Jose, Costa Rica. Hello.
It's beautiful up here. I keep looking out the window, watching the cotton clouds and the little windows they create that let me peak at the earth below.
I love being in the air, it feels like I am in the “in between”. This space where I can think for hours, review and ponder.
I have been pondering a lot lately and it feels good. It feels like strong thoughts that have directions and insights. They holds roots in bigger definitions of what I want and how I can love responsibly.
In this luxury of time to I decided to write to all of you .
Long flights are likely to have some turbulence. It's a lot like life. Hours can pass and the flight is beautifully smooth. You look out the window from your moving space in the sky and life feels so tranquil. The human face softens in a mirror of peace. Then turbulence hits and your whole being stiffens, the heart rate quickens followed by clammy hands. Even if you are one of those that does not react physically, your awareness of your lack of control suddenly is alert, your breathing is more conscious and you enter the now. You may even begin to think of everyone you love. (Of course you may also think of the pilot).
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