We dream, but never of sacrifice. While boundaries refine and focus our efforts, it is sacrifice that compounds our investment in our success. We allow that which is not essential to our vision be pelted away by the often brutal demands required of us for our highest hopes of revealing our true nature.

We say to ourselves something like this. If I am going to be as good as I believe I can be, there is no longer room for this thing that is not serving that goal. Because I love this thing I am releasing, or need it to feel comfortable, the result of its release needs to be profound.

As we release, the experience is painful. Some become self righteous in this pain, the lucky ones are humbled by it. You know the lucky ones. They are the stunning talents who's art has made them more loving, kind and generous of spirit.

Sacrificing feels lonely. At times even hopeless. People bond through common sacrifices to mitigate the isolation, but there are still many roads that you must walk alone if you are ever to truly personalize the growth.

In flying, there are moments that we sacrifice our sense of future in order to move through a fear that we may not survive the next flight. We sacrifice our need to be seen as confident. We sacrifice control in hopes of discovering a deeper grace. If we experience a moment of perfection, we may sacrifice all other goals to re-attain it.

If you have not yet come to see what a truly beautiful thing sacrifice can be, simply imagine what would have to go so that your next step from the platform would see you only coming back to earth when there was no more flying to be done. We'll see you in the sky. Jonathon