What would it be like to live on a higher plane each day?  To be above the tit for tat, the duality battle, the insecurity story and see the beautiful globe of wholeness.

It won’t be that I am “above it all” as the feet still always are trudging on the ground.  A trudge is not a bad thing, it is constant, persistent and real–no matter what.

But in the plane flying up up over the land, seeing the busy highways, the pure blue water, houses and houses, rolling hills and then turning up over the mountain ranges–all of reality expands.

It feels open, free, and soaring.