"Distance not only gives nostalgia, but perspective, and maybe objectivity."
~Robert Morgan
On an impulse, I slipped my camera from my purse and took some photos on my flight's ascent. Many thoughts twirled through my mind--the ever present angst of traveling alone with my invisible syndrome terrorist, those I was leaving behind, my destination.
I became philosophical viewing the distant horizon from my sitting on the clouds vantage. With the clarity of altitude, the mysterious beyond lost the secrecy of my limited ground level view. I could see the hidden mountain range rising behind the rugged terrain of Mt. Garfield. The rough sandy erosion took on an artistic design.
Roads became winding ribbons with visible destinations, not just obscure roamings. From a distance, pot holes, rough terrain, and detours did not exist; though I knew they were there. Fields had distinct boundaries, rows planted in uniform formation.
From a distance, altitude made sense of ground level disorder. I thought about me, my life, my future. Sometimes I allow the uncertainty of circumstances to cloud the vision of my horizon. I get lost, turned around, or sidetracked. Maybe if I can keep my attitude at a higher altitude, I can maintain a clearer focus during those confusing times. Take a step back and look up--from an emotional distance.
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