My spirit is in flight. It is transported from one world to the next on wings of hope. The human race can not help but rise and search for flight like the birds that are never happy to be on the ground. We seek greater understanding, greater love, greater meaning, and a grander existence. And we seek it by flight, by elevation, by lightness in body and soul.
Each of us is on a journey that is one of self-discovery. No one person has the same journey. No one person is like another and no one person can know another’s pains or joys or fears. We all have our own flight pattern that circles light. No matter how dark it seems we have to remember that we are in a circle around the light and eventually we will end up in a brilliant warm amber-white glow that has been our goal forevermore and will always be our destination.
Along the journey we will meet and love many others that cross our paths and join with us for a time and impact us forever. Along the journey we will discover answers while joined in hands that are rough and callused from hard work, soft and translucent with tiny purple veins floating under the surface, and even rounded smooth without fingers or joints, but blunt and robbed of growth. We will hold some hands tightly and dearly, and others we will just briefly touch in knowing recognition. Some will push us down and others will help us to the next level.
And no matter how many times we go around and around and around in the patterns that form us, we always seek higher ground, deeper meaning and more intense love. What a beautiful flight it is!
