Sometimes nature puts on a show that is beyond even Hollywood, like last night at 35,000 feet on my way back from Chicago. The pilot had warned us of a bit of turbulence as we negotiated around a mighty storm, but remained silent on what we might see as we passed by. The night sky was split at the horizon, the top a luminous blue ocean of calm, the bottom a turbulent sea of swirling black clouds intermittingly lit up by explosions of lightening. It lasted no more than a few minutes, but in all my time in the air I have never witnessed anything quite as spectacular.
We live life as a series of little moments all strung together, yet not all moments are equal. Around the world, most moments are spent engaging in tasks of daily living, tasks that unite us in a shared humanity. Together we sleep, eat, dress, wait, walk, bathe, dream and yes, even shit. Think of anyone who does not do these things on a regular basis. And nestled in between all of these moments are moments that really count.
They are moments when we stand up for what we believe in. Moments we make tough decisions. Moments we face our fears and act brave and courageous. Moments we change our life and never look back. Moments we see something for the very first time. Moments we see something for the very last time. Moments we feel proud. Moments we fall down and get back up. Moments we commit. And moments when we awaken to our true nature.
And sometimes they occur high in a Ferris wheel or at 35,000 feet.