Spiritual Reflections

Today, I boarded an American Airline plane in San Francisco for the cross-country flight to Indianapolis –  and in spite of the hundreds of  times that I’ve flown on a plane, I felt again that special thrill when I stepped toward the airplane door, glancing down at that crack of space opening up below my legs, between the edge of the fuselage and the movable entrance ramp, a crack that will become 35,000 feet deep when we are airborne.