Week one.

Yesterday was my first 15 minute date with the sky. It started out exactly how I wanted it, perfect. I was just lying there completely in control of my thoughts and everything else.

Then an emergency helicopter flew diagonal across my view.
And I thought: What a different world I occupy right now. I am lying flat on the earth caring about nothing and thinking about how beautiful the world is.
And in that helicopter... something else. Something hard and stressful and out of control. Something miserable.
And I was allowed to walk away from my reality, even this pleasant one I created on the grass spot, as soon as I felt 15 minutes go by. And that helicopter had no right to a new agenda. The person inside, the people?, would have in an instant chosen the reality I just left. And this to them, this glorious grass spot, went by the wayside in my life when I rolled over to grab my bag and go home.

And now... I'm typing on my blog, while wondering what the last 34 hours have done for the person in that helicopter. I hope he/she is okay. I really really do.