For as long as I can remember, air travel has been a big part of my life. For the last 36 years, I’ve bounced around from airport to airport, connecting flight to connecting flight, painfully bumped in the elbow by the drink cart after drink cart, and given the very condescending “sir!” from flight attendants many a time, but not once have I ever been lucky enough to be sitting on the side of the plane where the captain would say, “If you look to your right, you’ll see the Grand Canyon.”, or some other impressive site to behold, until recently.
On a recent flight from Flagstaff to Dallas, as we were flying over Northern Arizona, by happenstance I opened the window shade and looked out to the open country, and there it was; Arizona’s Meteor Crater. The funny thing is that this didn’t get any fanfare from the Captain. Not a single word was mentioned to passengers of the flight, and it didn’t seem like anyone else even noticed. It felt like the Universe was letting me have this experience all to myself making up for all those times I was sitting on the wrong side of the plane. It was such a marvelous site. This singular crater out in the high desert of Northern Arizona, alone in its solitude.
Sometimes it appears you’re missing out on things, but you never know what or when the Universe will reveal something that provides a special connection to the wonders of life. More often than not, it happens when you’re not even trying, and it’s in that serendipitous moment that you feel connected to the Universe at an atomic level.
