Yesterday a wind blew – a wind without urgency, a wind that held me in its arms, a wind of promise. I recognized that wind from the dreams I have had since childhood. So many nights I have heard its call to fly and have soared across the skies of dreamland.
The wind yesterday waited outside my door. And as I walked, it called me to the sky. I raised my arms, just as I do in my dreams, almost believing that the wind would lift me up and carry me. And when my feet held firm, stayed in the world’s grip, I pretended to stretch. I have been taught to keep my dreams to myself, yet I raised my arms more than once, as much a gesture of love to the world and sky as a hope that I could fly.
A gauze of clouds rimmed the sky, diffusing the sun’s light. I walked further than I normally do, immersed in that cool, soft wind that gave and took my breath away.
Later in the morning I saw the geese flying, carried by the same promise, arrowing across the sky to places I cannot go. I trembled at their loveliness and listened to their calls, a language strange and yet familiar. I watched them, and my heart stirred with a longing for a place I cannot name but want to call home.
What wonder is this that I could see the sky so blue, filled with geese, their cries filling the moment like a cup, brimful with joy, prepared just for me.
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Thanks, RAB.
If you live near the water, the geese may have left your lawn brimful with joy too. Watch your step.
Free fertilizer!
Beautiful thoughts for a rainy morning here. Thanks!
Glad you liked it.
These words brought back to the surface, the blue skies above me…the birds calling…my own arms outstretched. Thank you for describing how I felt.
Thank you for reading.
It is the wonder of a spirit, temporarily freed, from the shackles of the mundane. Fly away, fly away, fly away home.
Home is always calling.
Yeah, it’s where the heart is… So I’ve been told.
You carry me with your imagery. I enjoyed our walk.
I’m glad it touched you.
I want what you had for breakfast. Lovely imagery. Always enjoy your posts.
Do you mean the granola or the wine? 🙂
Ethereal, poignant, and sweetly joyful. A delight.
Thanks so much, Kathryn.
It is a pleasure to feel the thrust of the wind through your words… how sweet your love… and even while keeping some dreams to ourselves, there are others we may share, a delight for friends and self, uplifting as wings.
Thank you for your comment, Shimon. Sometimes the beauty of the world is overwhelming.
In my dreams of flying, it is always such a surprise to me that no one else has discovered their ability to fly. I am so glad that you have found your wings. It is a wonderful feeling.
Where do these dream of flying come from, I wonder.
Your imagery fills my cup, brimful with joy. Thank you, YS!
Thank you for reading, Ruth.