I have seen hawks fly so high that I could barely tell they were hawks. There is no practical reason for them to fly that high. They can't hunt from that high up. All they can do is soar.
When I sit behind the cabin at night I am reminded that there is no physical boundary between me and the limitless cosmos. The boundaries I place on myself are just that; boundaries I place on myself.
Today, I am remembering to pay attention to the choices I make and the limitations they create. The night sky reminds that there are no tangible limitations. Hawk reminds me that I always have the option to soar.