Sitting on the plane, I reached down to my bag to frantically search it..
Nope. No edibles in my bag...
I apparently didn't take anything on the flight.
I searched my memories of that day too..
Nope. No edibles earlier either.
"Then why am I tripping out!?" I said to myself.
As I looked out the window of the plane, despite not having done any drugs, I was definitely on a trip..
The plane looked liked something out a cartoon.. vibrant and the edges were a bit too sharp.
The colors were extra, and the lights from the city.. extremely bright.
I took in so much.. the lights of the city, of the space between the lights, of the darkness of the sky, of the sheer line of the boring old wing of the plane, and the space..
There was so much.. space.
So much so, that for the span of five or ten minutes (who really knows), the things- the lights, the lines, the colors- ceased to have any cognitive recognition of what they were to me.
There was just space... for the things to arise, to be, to express, to impact. Not as any boxed *thing, but just as space, flowing, expanding, expressing.
And in that space, I found wonder. I was awestruck by every mundane line. Even the line on a telephone pole as we landed felt in my body, like the most beautiful and magnificent creation.
"Wow." I thought, as we landed. "It's really is all about space.. What if I could witness the world from space."
And with that, and the ding of a stewardess bell, the trip was over.
Memory from the flight returning from The Transformational Intensive Tantra Leadership Retreat.