Ever wonder what life would be like if we were permanently suspended?

Unhiged from the drama we call daily living.

Not a care in the world.

Where ferns grow below native ponderosas and white pines.

Then take a trip to a forest where trees actually breath-out oxygen. And the cycle of nature thrives without man’s influence. Where birds gather and brooks flow. When shadows create etherial silhouettes and moon beams filter through tenacles. The earth is covered with a carpet of sweet decay, and owls hoot and hawks screech. Then there is silence.

And the air is so crisp and clean…like in Heaven.