The Art of Flying

I had a dream last night that I could fly. This happens all the time…this flying. Since I believe that dreams offer us nuggets of wisdom if we tune in, this is what I notice.

My flight is not a fearful thing nor a way to escape - it is more an experience of unfettered joy or bliss. The feeling is total release and the skill feels more natural all the time. I can see forever, play on the drafts or be quiet with the stillness. It is restorative.

I consider myself a spiritual person and as I age this is becoming clearer in my being. I choose and act in the belief in kairos and trust the depth of noticing and expression. This flying is all part of that.

When I am flying I am supported by infinite space and feel a dissolution from body and mind. At one time in my life this was a necessary survival skill - to dissociate. Now it is an intentional art form. I feel it is the sensation I will know and embrace as my body dies. Hospice people say these kinds of things. We have been witness to both the struggle and ease of a body no longer necessary and shed in kairos - right and opportune time.

If we each could find our unique and sacred expression in “being human,” imagine the diversity and collective power!