Gravity and the Unbound

The earth holds us. It is a promise, a constant weight against the soles of our feet. We walk, we stand, we remain. We are tethered to the soil by the simple, heavy grace of being.

Then, the release.

For a heartbeat, the tether snaps. The body forgets its own mass. It becomes a line drawn against the vastness of the air. There is no past here. No future. Only the sudden, sharp clarity of being suspended between the ground we left and the sky we cannot touch. We are not falling. We are not rising. We are simply existing in the space where the rules of the world have momentarily lost their grip.

What happens to the soul when the weight is gone?

Leanne Lindsay has captured this suspension in her image, The Thrill of the Ride. She finds the quiet center within the rush of movement. Does the sky feel different when you are no longer anchored to the earth?