For many people, flying is a passive exercise of getting from one location to the next. For some, it's the perfect time to catch up on reading or work to be completed.
My flying experience is purely meditative.
I like the window seat. I prefer it for comfort, I can legitimately lean in on one side, and somehow feel I have just a little more privacy. Maybe it's an illusion, but I thought the comfort was the only reason I preferred it. Turns out, it's a much bigger picture.
During one of my trips last year where I changed seats to help a passenger, I found myself sitting on the isle. During the flight, a very smooth one, I felt uncomfortable; ill at ease. I couldn't figure out why. I have plenty of books in my bags to read, and I have my meditations to listen to, but I knew I was missing something, but let it go.
On my return trip, where I once again sat at my window seat at 40,000 feet, I understood.
I use my flying time to...