Do you ever have those dreams where you are flying? For me, it usually begins by jumping once, only to return to the earth. By
the third or fourth jump, at the height of my ascent, instead of sinking back down to the ground, I continue to rise, my sense of elation growing as I conquer gravity, breathless, my spirit soaring. The g-force pushes me through air like a smooth sailing roller coaster ride that is propelled by my belief in the fact that I *will* keep on going. The only thing that ever weighs me down is my ego, and I left that behind in Tennessee.
That is the feeling that accompanies me now, as I quite literally soar above the clouds. The initial panic of exhausted bustling from airport to airport is gone. From Knoxville to Chicago (where I had my first Chicago dog and deep dish pizza), and from Chicago to Denver, then the plane in Denver took me to this elevation, high above the ground. I am overcome with a sense of awe and gratitude for life and its wonders. Every new experience now is full of magic.
With this mindset, I humbly look forward to taking in the culture that I will find on the Hawaiian island of Kauai.
Though I love the mountains, the way that the sun heals my soul is like no other.
So may my heart stay humble and my spirit soar into the place where magic invites me to partake in it around every corner.