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For my friend, Holly. You will more than survive…you will THRIVE.

Michael H. Samuelson

Spirituality is the ephemeral wrapping that holds everything together — so evanescent, and yet so tightly clinging that we can barely distinguish where it ends and where we begin. Light passes through, but only those who open their eyes and let it penetrate can see what’s really there — and know that, more than simply clinging tightly, the spiritual universe is part of us all and we are part of it; that we are truly one.

With this knowledge comes the key that opens the door to beauty, mystery, inspiration, and an actual physical sense of being part of the spiritual whole. Of course, we must pick up the key and use it. Too often, we look at it with both longing and fear, hesitant to unlock the door and peek around the corner; wanting the treasures but afraid of the risks. Content with the knowledge that it is there…

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Random Reflections from 30,000′

My professional and personal journey continues to be one of passion, excitement, wonder, gratitude, and discovery. My philosophy is pretty simple and straightforward. Complexity and ambiguity are too demanding and confusing.  I believe, in life, we have a responsibility — and a truly stunning opportunity — to travel down a collective, perpetual, highway. Actually, more like a twisting, turning, hilly, path. Sometimes pretty bumpy and muddy, and sometimes scary-smooth, clear, and serene. At any rate, we are continually drawn off this path into villages along the way. Villages where we get to both teach and, always, learn. We teach what life has shared with us — to date — and we listen carefully, ask questions, take notes, and learn from those who’ve traveled before us or have visited other villages.

Once our stay is up (we never truly know when this will occur), we gather up our new found insights and learnings, and move back onto the collective highway only to stop, once more, a little ways up the path. And, so it goes…

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

– Robert Frost, “Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening”