Spirituality Information - Journey In The Fields Of Forever ( Part 3 )

I recalled my first flight as a teenager leaving oneof yesterday and tomorrow.
country for another to continue my education. TheYawning, I glanced through the window again. If you
excitement of foreign adventures was mixed with theleave London in the late afternoon flying west ward
sadness of leaving my family. As the plane took offtoward New York, you would experience a prolonged
and the northern coast of South America droppedtwilight period. Its as if you were racing after the sun,
below the horizon, I remember brushing a small tear offnever quite catching up as it drops into its nest in the
my cheek, yet smiling at the glorious possibilities ofwest, leaving you to sleep or gaze hypnotically in its
exploring a new, fascinating and sometimes frighteningspell.
world. It would be years before I would see my familyAnother yawn as I glanced again at the clouds. There
again.werent many of them, but they appeared to come to
I dont sleep much on airplanes and I read very littlelife changing shapes and evolving into new, intriguing
when up in the air. High above the clouds enveloped informs, ever so slowly, ever so peacefully as we sailed
this meditative environment, I much prefer to reflect onoverhead.Here was one that resembled a giraffe,long
the nature of reality, to philosophize and luxuriate aloneneck, spots and all stood out against the pale blue sky.
in my thoughts. Today was no different as I reflectedAnd over there, another cloud took the shape of an
on the past week. Indeed it was a grueling one. Myacacia tree,complimenting the giraffe on the African
bodys bio-clock was indecisively choosing among timelandscape. Lower and somewhat farther to my right
zones across three continents, but my mind, at easewas one shaped like a car a Volkswagen beetle no
on an uncrowded flight, was drifting among the cloudsless.