I have flown through many skies and deeply enjoyed ‘the 35,000 feet perspective’. Flying has allowed me some rich experiences. My poem “Flight” shares profound thoughts that flowed through me during one of many journeys between Europe and Africa.
This past September, on my way back from the mystical land of Peru, I took the above picture – hard to see, I know, the best my little camera could do. I was both awed and delighted by what I saw. I often stare out the plane’s window, seeing loads of beautiful and unusual landscapes – often imagining and daydreaming about what lies below.
Never had I seen the airplane within which I was traveling, reflected in the clouds, with a colored ring around it. Oh my gosh, look! Click, click. I did not care what the scientific explanation was — I just felt a tingling sense of protection and privilege to witness this sight: like a mystical message…or
something!
My eyes ‘could have been’ closed, or I could have been distracted by the entertainment offered during long flights. Our gifts are often on the other side of a window, or door, waiting for us to notice, waiting for our laughter and joy, waiting to be captured…
Keep your eyes open,
Click, click!,
