Umoja

Somewhere between 20,000 feet into the air while we are cutting through wisps of cotton clouds and beyond the eyes of those on the ground, and our soaring altitude of 38,000 feet, I regain my heart and my spirit is awakened with a renewed sense of joy.  This is my seventh flight in less than two months and the window seat of my various 737s have become home.  A place where my eyes can be amazed by the landscapes just underneath my feet, and where my mind can transport itself to the grassy acres imaging a life not lived.  At times anger fills my heart, upset that God would give us so much world, but so little time to experience it all.  An impossible task to see every blade of green grass or particle of gritty sand.  It is in these moments of dismay that I can clearly articulate and understand the importance of learning from and listening to others.  This world was meant to be lived and experienced together.