A-PLACE-WHERE-I-CAN-BE-WILD

I am traveling to a far away place today--A-PLACE-WHERE-I-CAN-BE-WILD. I am going to a place where I can shout The Shema prayer early in the morning so loudly, but where no one except G-d and wildlife will hear me and no one will be disturbed. I am going to a place where I can jump out of bed in the morning and dance the Jewish circle dance of the Hora as I then sing and climb into my clothes, and smile and laugh wildly at the expectancy of the unknown of the day.

I am boarding an airplane in the cockpit and will be the pilot of a small airplane jet, headed toward a place where I can relax quietly or jump up and down as if on a trampoline, a place where I can kick my legs up high, higher, higher still! Ah, the fun to be a Russian dancer!

In the airplane jet as I fly, I will form loops and dives, circling around and around wildly, as my airplane trip becomes the way for me to let out steam, to design formations scraping the sky leaving behind a trail of paint-like puffs of smoke from its engines as a picturesque design from a wild artist up in the vast enormously wide sky. A sign to all below that fun can be had, and steam can be released on a manic Monday, and it is all permissible, welcome and encouraged  here in A-PLACE-WHERE-I-CAN-BE-WILD to act as wildly as I can, and to enjoy every minute of it!

And then to lay down exhausted afterwards in wild soft grass and feel sated as I happily laugh myself to sleep with full emotional strength: knowing it has indeed been a great day.