I was in meditation as the flight took off. I said my prayer and kept my eyes closed as we ascended. Usually I’m looking out of the window, both to take in the beauty and also to will the plane to a righteous takeoff experience with my eyeballs. I relinquished control.
I allowed my body to feel the surf of flying in the air, feeling the force of the pressure as we rose, the slight jostle side to side as we slid through the clouds, the turn left as we crested in the upward going, the straightening of the plane and the continual calibration of slight rise, slight decline. The air is smooth this morning, the blue sky nearly clear with clouds dotted beautifully like a watercolor painting. The window shade to my left is closed anyways (I got the aisle seat), so I can’t stare out to the sun but I see the dapples of sunlight on the floor from the windows in front of me.
Releasing control today is lovely. Letting go releases me to attend to the details of the beauty of my experience, rather than trying to orchestrate or hold that experience all together.
Breathing in, I am here.
Breathing out, I let go.
Thank you.
Thank you Beautiful Sister.