And every once in a while, I have a moment of clarity - the
kind that feel as if the universe just opens itself up to me and allows me to
catch a glimpse of the magnificent. The kind that really make me stop and take
notice of what is up for me.
Today in yoga class, up popped a mental picture of me in the mid
1970's, living in Boulder, Colorado, swinging on a swing with the Flatirons Mountain Range as the backdrop, it was one of those old-school swings
with ropes where the chains are and a thick, flat board of wood for the
seat. And the sensation i got from
swinging was close to that of flying, like when i fly in my dreams! I get a true birds's eye view of
everything! I haven't had a flying dream
in a while and I miss them. I miss the
absolute freedom I feel when I am flying. And then I think, did this actually happen?
Or is this a clip from a dream? I
have a memory of this happening - it would have been close to the time these photos were taken, so perhaps I was just really feeling myself at that time in my life. It could happen.
And then my mind shifts to this: why has this
particular image come to vision? I think
that it might be the last time I can remember feeling as close to the feeling of true freedom as I have ever felt,
back when I was a child, without the grown-up cares of the world, against the
backdrop of the collapse of all kinds of systems: economic, social, political,
religious to name a few. And I did feel
a sense of freedom in that swing.
And then my mind shifts again, to - is there another message
in here for me? And just like that, my mental chalkboard shifts the letter
"S" in SWING to create WINGS.
Product of The Electric Company. Guilty as charged.
Wings have been all over my radar for the last week or so. First, in the form of the ongoing back pain
between my shoulder-blades, its source, and why it persists. I often feel as though my proverbial wings
have been clipped. This limits my
ability to move with true ease and grace in this world, and I believe that this
is my birthright.
(spoiler alert: Maleficent)
So I go and see "Maleficent" with the Trester last
night because I had heard it was a good one.
And Maleficent's wings were cut off by someone she trusted and she had
to find a way to be in her world without an essential body part. She did it, she went through a SERIOUS dark
night of the soul, though, and cursed some poor infant, caught in the
crossfires of some serious female rage.
Everything turns out OK in the end, and not until the very end of the
movie did i become aware that it was a re-telling of Sleeping
Beauty. OMG was I red-faced when the Sun
looked at me in my moment of discovery and said "You didn't know that was
the retelling of Sleeping Beauty, mom?"
"You know, Tre, the name Maleficent did sound rather familiar, but... "
"Wow Mom. well there goes 2 hours of your life that
you'll never get back."
Maleficent: the (self-proclaimed) Mistress of All Evil who
curses an infant princess with everlasting sleep, only to be awakened by
"true love's kiss" and then the prince swoops in and saves the
day. Not in this version. In this version, Maleficent cleans up her
karma and the princess is saved! Hurrah
and everyone gets to keep their dignity in tact, except the King who had cut
Maleficent's wings off...I am afraid he did NOT fair too well...:o(
So perhaps I can imagine those proverbial wings growing
back, and how could I speed this little process along just a bit? Well, for starters, i read this:
"A single act of kindness throws out roots in all directions, and the roots spring up and make new trees. The greatest work that kindness does to others is that it makes them kind themselves"
- Frederick William Faber
- Frederick William Faber
thank you, bless you, love you...
xo
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