Sky flying! The way home from Rome to visit with my older brother’s son for his birthday was eighteen hours of joy. I met some cool people, experienced a range of emotions from crying about Bohemian Rhapsody to laughing with a new friend about flying in a jet pack.
Yesterday, I boarded a flight to Newark, New Jersey from Roma and expected to eventually arrive in Spokane, Washington. What I didn’t know was all I would see along the way clouds billowing, rising to meet the plane to caress the mode of travel ever so gently.
Being a few thousand feet up reminded me of what it means to be way up in the clouds. It reminded me that we are born to dream, to soar, to fly, to be the someone we were always meant to be.
All we have to do is let our plane take flight! To be one with the sky, and know that life is meant to be a dream.