What is it about an approaching air flight makes me pause. It feels that I have moved “void of course” much like the moon between transits. In the air, I am between places and people and experiences and commitments. The world looks larger and smaller, more intense and yet less harsh. The sky goes on forever, and I wonder at night why I cannot see the milky way. Am I between the stars?
The many conversations I have had with spirit on my many flights make me wonder if I am closer to their energy in the air. But of course, it is just that I am halted from earthbound distractions and open to listening. Perhaps this is why I jitter and quiver before a flight. I do not fear flying, but the knowledge that I will be transformed in some way is a bit intimidating.
Not every flight changes me, but I seem to sense when one will. I tense a bit the day before and wonder if I can cancel my plans. Then the family or friends I am set to visit tell me how excited they are to see me, and I know that I am going no matter what. I think my spirit guides have a bit of a coyote sense of humor.
Tonight I will pull out my small travel bag because one should always travel light when chatting with spirit. Clothes will go in and come out as I minimize the weight I feel like carrying, physically and spiritually. And in the end, I will travel with a bit less than the last trip. I wonder each time if I am brave enough to board a plane with nothing, open to creating an adventure from scratch at the other end. Not yet, but someday.