I gripped my father's hand with fear, because there were fields of green and beige, houses and roads, air and light.
So much light.
I'm reliving this now, and I can feel the stomach tightening anxiety of being oh so far away from the world.
Right now my own airplane is tipping back, my view completely strangled by the overwhelming light of my Father and the talent His creations possess. There is so much that you have, that I don't. There is so much I have that you don't. It is because we are different. It is because we are the same - both of us up in the cockpit of our planes, looking down at the cows and wheat, trying to figure out if North is the North we want.
Take what you can from this:Change your perspective.
Draw inspiration from life.
Never stop being, doing, feeling, smiling, laughing and creating.
The world needs you.
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