Many people complain when they hear airplanes or jets cross the sky while out exploring the Great Outdoors. But I've come to appreciate these occurrences, and have discovered that they can actually enhance my perception of the spiritual quality of the landscape. Accordingly, whenever I hear the low, descending tones of a plane moving toward the horizon, I imagine a cosmic sort of "sigh," a moment of bliss shared between myself and the Great Mystery. Similarly, when I listen to a jet crossing the sky, I find my sense of distance and far horizons amplified, as though the jet trail is a finger pointing toward the Great Beyond, the loving Presence who dwells eternally on the endless horizon of Being.
Photo: Alpenglow on Long's Peak above Mill's Lake; Rocky Mountain National Park, CO; January 4, 2013
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