Float don't Walk

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Sometimes when I go for a walk I feel as if I am floating above everyone else. I can see their faces passing me by. I can hear their thoughts and feel their feelings.

And as I defy gravity and freeze time, I wonder what weighs heaviest on their minds. What is the source of their pain?

If we could all hear one another's thoughts just for a moment on a given day, how much noise would that make? Would we be surprised by the thoughts in the minds of the people we love?

What if we all had the chance to bring back one person who had passed? Who would you bring back and if you only had 60 seconds with them, what would you say? What would you do?

Do you ever catch yourself in yourself? You are out buying groceries or waiting in line at the bank and you "land" in the purest, clearest form and are able to tap into how you are feeling right there and then.

Try floating some time. It's trickier than walking. You have to allow yourself to be suspended in the air - something that you are not accustomed to and will not feel natural at first.

But it's well worthwhile - you'll see what is happening all around you and it's one of the few times that it's good to look down. You'll freeze while everyone else is in motion and you'll discover how much more happens in the stillness.

You will also learn that contrary to popular belief, you don't always have two feet on the ground.

You have one foot on the ground while the other slowly, gradually climbs upward knowing that you will one day, inevitably - float.

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