I dreamed last night of flying; not like Superman, but simply soaring and hovering. I have been flying more frequently of late and it seems that each night I do is a little more vivid - a little more real. I realized today, for the first time, how I do it.

I---Just---Let---Go...

...And gravity disappears.

Or perhaps gravity disappears - and then I am able to let go.

Or maybe gravity was never there - and I just hadn't noticed.

A weightlessness within my mind, or soul, that frees me to soar ... Until I am somehow reminded of worldly concerns; by looking at the world below; or by noticing my physical self; and then, I am brought gently back to Earth. And that's okay.

Always gently. And that's good. It's where I live. It's where I belong. It's where I am.

I have tried throughout today to recreate that Lightness, while it is still close; familiar. And though my body has stayed firmly planted, a time or two my mind felt a tiny jolt, as if it were being released; its cage door opened, allowing a sliver of light; its moorings retracted, for a split second.

It was the tiniest of jolts. A dream. A hint. Of what?

I will keep searching.