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.
First let me start by congratulating YOU along with myself.
Not only do WE run our own "Amazing Race" on a daily basis but we have won many times over.
We've all gotten lost and argued with our partners in the car, we have all missed flights, made flights, missed connections and eaten bugs (intentionally or otherwise).
We all juggle a zillion different tasks in a single day and when we finally get home and are ready to have a good meal, a glass of wine and a sound sleep; it's completely unfair that Phil isn't waiting in our bedroom with a million bucks in hand and a free trip to Spain.
I'll tell you what's harder than The Amazing Race - OUR AMAZING RACE.
How AMAZING is it that we take care of our children, spouses, parents, spouses parent's (there should be a jet ski thrown in for that one), house, career, dog, cat, Goldfish (constantly needs replacing), health and wellness (make that another glass of red wine and some dark chocolate) the pick ups and drop offs, the sleep outs and sleep overs, the special occasions that include the entire whacked out family and let's not forget intimacy (which is really something that may only exist from our late teens until about 40 at which point it becomes difficult to figure out whether intimacy is defined by love making or eating dark chocolate).
I love the part at the end of the Amazing Race where one of the team members has to complete some sort of puzzle showing all the countries visited and the order thereof.
Listen, if you pay me $1 million, I will recite for you all of the countries I have visited, all of the schools and camps I attended, all of the jobs I have had, all of the boyfriends I have endured and when I reach that red carpet in the middle of nowhere but always by a magnificent castle and I am greeted by Phil and some poor innocent person who has been uprooted from their home and forced to wear a costume they never actually wear; I'll gladly accept the win and I will do so for ALL of US.
And by the way, I still haven't figured out if Phil is real or just a hologram but what I have figured out is that HIS taxi driver and HIS flight are far superior to anyone else's and that is why he is always at the finish line first and that my dear friends is truly AMAZING.
PS: Bam and I strongly agree there should be a Leonberger edition of the Amazing Race because this remarkable breed would win - paws down. WOOF!