Lessons on flying

One of my favorite sights on this earth is birds taking flight.  There is a row of bushes along the pathway next to the garage of my parents’ house and I am often delightedly surprised by a few birds being flushed out of them, one after the other instead of all in a big group like you would expect.  Every few steps another one or two birds fly out with a sweet little rustle of feathers that you must be quiet in both mind and body in order to hear.  I love to see a flock of birds rush out of trees with a great flurry of wings, turning and swooping with identical agility.  They make it appear so easy.  The say, “there’s nothing to it.  You simply imagine yourself flying, close your eyes, and flap.  When you open your eyes again, you are keeping company with the clouds.” Perhaps that is why we are gifted with imagination.  While we cannot physically perform these amazing tasks with our limited bodies, we must rather imagine ourselves doing them with our minds.  And in that way, yes, it is possible to fly.

One of my favorite sights on this earth is birds taking flight.  There is a row of bushes along the pathway next to the garage of my parents’ house and I am often delightedly surprised by a few birds being flushed out of them, one after the other instead of all in a big group like you would expect.  Every few steps another one or two birds fly out with a sweet little rustle of feathers that you must be quiet in both mind and body in order to hear.  I love to see a flock of birds rush out of trees with a great flurry of wings, turning and swooping with identical agility.  They make it appear so easy.  The say, “there’s nothing to it.  You simply imagine yourself flying, close your eyes, and flap.  When you open your eyes again, you are keeping company with the clouds.” Perhaps that is why we are gifted with imagination.  While we cannot physically perform these amazing tasks with our limited bodies, we must rather imagine ourselves doing them with our minds.  And in that way, yes, it is possible to fly.

Why just this afternoon I was soaring with a hawk.  What sights we saw from among the clouds!  Swiveling our heads to and fro, waiting for a sign of rustling mice or other such tasty treats.  A little while later I scanned the lake with a seagull.  Briefly but intentionally swerving with the wind, a mere sweep of a wing causing me to wheel and bank into the tides.  I cannot possibly be contained within my body.  It is not physically possible 🙂

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I am a learner.
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