Come Fly

I feel a bit like Mary Poppins. The wind is so strong today that with or without a parasol I sense that I could fly. Once, not that long ago, on the windy streets of Chicago, a friend of mine did just that. The skirts of her raincoat lifted up and she flew. Up from the pavement and was swept away. The wind had her in is grasp and took her up in the air, hovered ever so briefly then swept her across the street and through the revolving doors of the building she worked at. Perhaps the wind knew she was late getting back from lunch? Or perhaps it was just a Wil-O'-the-Wisp come to tantalize for those few brief seconds only to bring her back to ground (and none to softly I might add).

I glance down at my pencil-slim skirt and am both relieved and a bit disconcerted to note that it does not have the capacity to billow-out and float along with the wind. Perhaps I should have worn something more likely to catch the wind's attention. I can feel it licking my legs and lifting my hair. It whispers softly at first and then seems to howl. "Come Fly. Taste me. Feel me. I am, I am, I am." A constant thrumming rhythm that sets my heart to thumping. I long to free myself of the gravitational pull that holds me to the ground.

I envy my friend her brief coupling with this dynamic force, despite her hard landing. This power of nature is like a pure breath blessing the land and its people. Just enough chill in it to leave your skin feeling cleansed by the pleasure of its touch.

I can sense the danger of its appeal, yet I cannot help the longing I feel to be lifted into its embrace. Here in this one moment I am full of rapture. And I sense that perhaps I understand the meaning of Grace. Is that what is so compelling about this aspect of nature? Is its ability to lift you from the minutia of life into a world so much bigger that gives it such wonder? I am not sure, and do not really care if I ever know. I am only grateful for this moment with it. Whether I truly fly or not. My thoughts and my spirit have been lifted with it and that is gift enough.

Come fly, feel me, I am, I am, I am.....pulsing, breathing, creating, within and without .... You are, You are, You are.... Flying