Some mornings I go out as the sun is lighting up the pavement on the runway, sip my hot tea, and let the metaphor of take-off fuel my imagination.

The faint outline of potential stretches over the next several hours opening doors to figurative realms. Many will remain uninhabited but a few will beckon with clarity and a will toward release along the coming hours.

Anticipating gears of discernment to support my gentle return to the physical world, gears of discernment dissolve into choice.

Fueled by the chemistry of the hot green carrier of caffeine, the generation of new mental fodder lands me in curious terrain, a cultivation of luminosity as vibrant as the beach a short walk to the West, the direction of the Pacific and in my experience, a deep sea of inspiration.