A few months ago, I took off!
I left the comfortable seat on the plane next to my husband, and jetted off on the spiritual plane. I am soaring and exploring, while he continues to cruise along at a comfortable altitude. We find ourselves criss-crossing the sky at different elevations and moving in wildly different directions.
As I seek to find meaning, connect with the Divine, follow my intuition, and embrace play, he worries about the bills, doesn’t consider the Divine, enjoys movies, and inundates newsfeeds with funny and political memes. I sit on my meditation cushion to travel to parts unknown, while the Internet takes him all over the world and frequently to outer space.
How do we stay connected while flying at different speeds, at different altitudes, and sometimes in entirely different directions?
A friend of mine is also facing the same concerns with her husband. He wants to plan for the future, while she lives by the Be. Here. Now. mantra. It’s a common conundrum for life partners. We want to be together, and yet true love means never holding your lover back. As thrilling as it is to board the spiritual plane, it’s a little lonely when your partner doesn’t want to join you. And there’s the big fear: if we fly on different planes, we could drift apart. A spiritual journey shouldn’t break apart love and commitment, and so we face the questions:
Is it ok to leave without him?
Should we schlep our partners along as oversized luggage?
Or do we just hop on our plane and hope that eventually we end up at the same destination?
That seems like a pretty big risk for a marriage, to just leave it up in the air.
Except, it’s not.
I know through wisdom, yoga, and experience that we must each travel on our own journeys in life. My husband’s life path is his. Mine is mine. They are both valid and important. Just because once-upon-a-time we got on a connecting flight together doesn’t mean we will have adjacent seats all the way through. Besides, our final destination is the same:
It’s love.
We will each fly there at our own pace, in loop-de-loops, zig-zags and criss-crosses, with soaring lift-offs, and bone-rattling turbulence. But get there we will. We will land at our departure point. Together.
I believe this.
I have faith in this.
It’s the only way I could board the plane I knew I had to fly.
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