I love to fly and not just to get away and go somewhere else.  It’s about the height and velocity. It creates/unleashes a level of creativity that I have a hard time garnering on the ground. Charles Ledbetter, Theosophical write of the early 20^th century said that “Most of our thoughts are not even our own”.  This is both a profound insight to some and a profound excuse for others. Growing up in a high density urban area, I was always bothered on a subtle mental level by the unending bombardment of thoughts around me. When I moved to Arizona in the late 70’s I experienced the expansion and solitude of the Desert. I was left alone with my own thoughts. No excuses, just my thoughts, just the manifestation of my sub-conscious breaking the surface of the conscious mind. Can’t blame the ethereal influences of other human’s densifying the ether’s. Just me and the land.  Dennis Adams used to say,“It’s never outside of yourself.” I have found this to be profound simplicity. Like my favorite quote from my favorite 1970’s Movie Buckaroo Bonsai, “Where ever you go…there you are…” My Dad used to say the same thing, “You take your dirty laundry wherever you go.” SO once you separate the thoughts that aren’t yours from what is, you are left with your stuff…positive and negative, unbounded unconditional love and judgment..  Here is Personal responsibility whacking my consciousness like a 2×4. Dang it’s me, my thoughts, my creation…wherever I go it’s me manifesting my totality. I accept that, it’s just that sometimes I do need the rarefied space of space to stimulate some highly creative moods….