November 3rd, 2015. “Zone two may now board,” came across the loud speaker at the Philly airport. I grabbed my bag, tossed it over my shoulder, and headed for the eager line of people waiting to board the plane. Everyone hustled through the narrow terminal, down the walkway between the seats, and into their chairs where sitting would occur for the next several hours…
I found myself crunched beside a window. “Sleep,” I thought to myself, “that’s the best thing you can do right now.” I drifted off rather quickly, but it didn’t last long. I awoke and hit the button on the touch screen in front of me, which showed me a picture of a map, where we were in our route, and the duration until landing… 8 hours 12 minutes. “Ugh…”
I lifted the shade of the window expecting that I would be gazing out into white fluffy clouds, but surprisingly I had clear view of the land below. Mountain ranges peaked across the country side, as if sharing the land with the heavens. A reading from Wayne Dyer returned to my consciousness, it was one about space and how it creates everything.
The mountain ranges would not be below me if valleys of space did not exist to create the contrast in elevation. Next, we were flying over lakes and rivers, the space creating pockets for water to fill is what distinguishes these features. As the flight continued, the great Pacific captivated my eyes. Miles upon miles of deep blue flooded my awareness. I pondered over the vastness, and how the ocean creates space between the lands in effort to balance our planet. Spaciousness continued to be interwoven throughout this adventure.
After landing on the Big Island of Hawai’i, I was struck by the wondrous cliffs and fields of volcanic rock. I stood on the edge of an overhang that jetted out into the Pacific, I easily became mesmerized by the swell-lines in the distance. “The space,” I rumored. The swell-lines to me were symbolizing thoughts, while the space between the swell-lines symbolized the still quietness between thoughts. Ideal conditions for surfing are when the waves are spaced out, with long enough periods to paddle out without being crushed by the next incoming set of waves… much like our minds. Later that evening musical notes filled the air. If music were played without space between the notes, it would be jumbled and not appealing… again, similarly to our conscious.
By creating space, the beauty of the land is created, oceans appear, rivers flow, sounds are understood, and life is sustained. I continued this trip appreciating space, and how it is the true creator. It allows us to experience this wonderful world. Nature is such a fond teacher.
Take some time to breath. Feel the expansion in your body as you inhale, thank it, for this space created by the breath sustains us… literally…