Lovely sky views from my daughter’s 5th floor condo. There are floor to ceiling windows serving as one wall. I love expansive vistas.

Flying, changing time zones, luggage, security lines, shoes off, hands over your head, scans. customs check points….surreal quality to it all. We know that soon it will all be experiences of the past. Bilocation, instant manifestation, telepathy will be our new norm. Peace and harmony will be the new songs that everything will be singing. It is coming in, the elementals know it and have been singing it through the air. We know it by the birdsong, the skies lit up in pinks and soft blues, the breeze that caresses, the ground that sends joy flaming up through our feet, the scent of a lily, the taste of a ripe peach, its juices running down our arm.

I did enjoy flying into Los Angelus at night, seeing the city of angels lit up from above. I imagined the city llights as heart lights, shining. I saw how our earth must look to our galactic friends. So brilliant and sparkly as more and more folks turn on their heart lights. We are beautiful beings living on a beautiful, amazing shining planet. What a gift it is to be here.

Grids of light as I approached LA for my night flight to Montreal.

Luca Michael, the grandson baby who lights up my heart, is surely shining his light. Babies do it effortlessly. Their hearts are wide open and free. He is so strong and sturdy, learning new skills every day. He is cruising around holding onto the couch, the wall, the bench. He has begun to take a few steps holding onto my finger or his mama’s long hair. He holds the stabilizing raised handle of his little wagon and flies along until he encounters a wall or obstacle. Everything is an adventure. He discovered how to clap his hands, to make his voice echo into an empty paper towel roll. He moves from tears to smiles in a heartbeat, holding nothing, all flowing through. Babes and children are the masters of the moment, here to teach us. We can be this free, Eat, rest, play, explore, social time, quiet time….a rhythm that our modern world largely ignores.

The Saint Lawrence seaway flowing in and all the activity along its waters. View from living room.

Dawn is breaking, the birds are whirling on the morning currents as trains and boats move below me. A little boy’s paradise with cars, bikes, boats, trains, cargo ships and cranes all in motion and on view. A quick walk outside and there are parkways all along the canal lined with flowers and art. America does not invest in beautifying its public spaces like the Canadians. It must be a British sensibility as I noticed it when I have traveled in New Zealand, Australia, and England. As a kid growing up in Buffalo, NY we often visited Niagara Falls. We always went to the Canadian side as it was so much prettier than the bland landscape surrounding the American side of the falls. I am reveling in this beauty, drinking it in through the eyes of Luca. What a wondrous way to view the world, through the eyes of curiosity and delight.