Flight

Our thoughts on feathers. A flight that could take you there or away. It all seems to be a choice moment.

An environment in a hospital is one of care for the ailing. But the chaos that goes on every day in a hospital is something I can not believe.
Patients cry and nurses respond. Doctors instructing , phones ringing, machines humming on patients, dear ones anxiously waiting, it is a far cry from care.
Each one is hurried as though an impending catastrophe is to be saved. This flight makes the patients more anxious and ailing than before. Not one in their senses. They could just bite your concern away no matter what.
All of a sudden I stopped in my flight of being there. Being in that attitude. Chose to suspend all rushing and wondered what would happen.
Everything settled to a quiet, there were the same people moving around but nobody was anxious or worried. Whole place changed and people started to breathe comfortably. That I felt, was something real.