Shut’r down. Get rid of the old food. Say ‘goodbye’ to any folks still around. Tidy up a bit. Grab a pillow and blanket. Goodnight.
We marvel at our apparatus for ascension. Streamlined. Designed for flight. Needing no maintenance, no fuel and no crew,
Given a few moments of freedom it can have us soaring five or six miles up in the sky. Effortlessly. Limitlessly.
But how many days in a row has it taxied out to the runway, waiting for your command to engage – only to be pulled back into the hangar for the night, disappointed again?
The missing ingredient? Intention. A few moments of free time and Intention. It won’t happen while trying to hitch a ride on someone else’s dream.
Ready now?
Where is that travel agent?
The Infinite 