Tuning In

July 12th, 2008

I’ve been thinking lately about those thin places in life where what-was and what-is mingle and commune. Sometimes when I’m airborne, I feel transparent or porous, as if the ghosts of people in my life who have died or disappeared or faded through distance fly right through me and are very very present. Maybe the sense of my own mortality is more heightened when I’m in a plane or maybe the protective coating of daily-ness falls away when I’m neither here nor there, and I’m more open to the ethereal, to the unseen, to what has been knocking at my consciousness but couldn’t be heard through the static on Radio Me.

2 Responses to “Tuning In”

  1. mary ann says:

    having 2 empty plane seats next to you eliminates static PRONTO.

  2. frida says:

    that was taken in the good old days when we only THOUGHT air travel was a pain in the ass. Now I look back fondly…!