So, I know you're wondering why did she give me the definition for flight, and I'm getting to that I promise. After our executive board meeting tonight (wow, that sounds important) I finally had a chance to work on this post. I sat down for the first time to look at my pictures from the weekend when I got a response to a comment I had left on the blog of someone I'm now happy to call a new friend, Erin at treasures-found. Yesterday was Erin's birthday and at the end of her post, she asked a couple of questions and in order to be entered into the drawing for the things with wings giveaway she asked that you answer one of them in the comment section.
Who gives you wings to fly? Who kicks you out of the nest? Who nurtures your soul, encourages you, makes you want to keep going? Do tell!
To which I replied:
I must say that my wings have come from many places, but God gave me my first set of wings - a set that I find myself afraid to use. He always keeps them mended when I have a bad landing and I'm working on using them with confidence. See the thing is, strangely, I am not afraid of falling, but of soaring. I am working on that...
And her response:
We are each of us angels with only one wing,
and we can only fly by embracing one another.
More than anything else the sensation is one of perfect peace mingled with an excitement
that strains every nerve to the utmost, if you can conceive of such a combination.
Don't believe what your eyes are telling you.
All they show is limitation.
Look with your understanding,
find out what you already know, and you'll see the way to fly.
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