Flying

I dream of flying. Scratch that... I dream I can fly. I feel the wind curl around my body as I stretch through my toes and fingertips. I have no fear. It is as natural as breathing. As I fly over mountain tops, follow the rivers, breathe in the freshness of the earth and see the vivid colors and indescribable details, I actually fight to stay in the dream.

The closest I came to flying was last summer when Bre and I took silk lessons. However, it was much more difficult than in my dreams and there were no mountains, trees, or rivers... just the mat below that would lessen the impact of my fall. As I climbed the silks, every muscle screamed, "What are you doing?" Yet, when I got to a place where I could settle in and suspend in the air, I was home.

Will I take silk lessons again? No, probably not. Will I treasure those moments of feeling strong and confident as I felt the release from gravity and lived my dream of flying? Oh, yes!