taking flight

It is hard to describe the feeling of the mystical city of Machu Picchu. It is like coming home; you can dream on the rocks at the quarry, give an offering to Pachamama, replenish yourself at the place where the sun rays are tied to the earth, have a chat with your neighbors, talk to the surrounding mountains and drift along the winding river.

Most of all, Machu Picchu is a place of flight, the place of the condor.

There is a flying rock that you can sit on and fly off right into Potokusi, the mountain of joy. You must let go of all fear and let yourself be carried away by the wind, waira.

It is this fear of the unknown that stops us from fully experiencing life.

So far some of us have had to overcome a fear of heights, others the need to escape when something becomes overwhelming and others have even had to overcome physical illness.

We encounter these obstacles as opportunities to release a part of us that is holding us back, a fear or pain that is within and we drag along, heavily. In order to really be present we must be aware and release those heavy energies and fears.

We all have wings to fly, we have just forgotten how to use them.