On Flying…

I wrote this several years ago for a special occasion, but today I heard it seemingly out of nowhere. In some ways I guess you can say it began to take flight in me.

“I want to fly like an eagle to the sea, fly like an eagle let my spirit carry me. I want to fly like an eagle till I’m free, Oh Lord through the revolution…”

I’m intrigued by the notion of flying, of soaring. Maybe because I fly in my dreams. Not all the time. Just sometimes.

There’s something about wide open skies, something about vast spaces that call you upward and beg you to dance with the wind and surf turbulent currents. If deep can call to deep I guess sky can call to sky. There’s something about flying and soaring.

There’s something about the call to fly, the call to soar that’s unsettling. The adventure onward and higher reminding me that something is left behind. It has to be. Great heights aren’t reached by every winged creature. Not every bird with feathers spread can breathe in thinner air, nor nest in trees at dangerous heights. There’s something about the call to fly, the call to soar… something about the creatures made for such a journey.

There’s something about the call to fly, the call to soar and the one who is willing to answer that call. Filled with mystery and freedom, yet not without cost or consequence. Just worth it, at least for some. Dipping and diving, turning and twirling, leaving not footsteps in the sand… there’s no sand in the sky. But leaving a trail, blazes of fire like the phoenix that rises and leaves for her onlookers the witness that freedom, full freedom and authenticity is possible.

There’s something about a woman that flies, that soars… a woman who traverses the contours of heaven. A woman with keen insight spotting from afar both danger and dinner giving herself to renewal, sometimes while in flight.  This woman, this soaring woman in me, whose moving wings awaken me from my slumber and urges me to take flight with eyes and heart wide open… there’s something special about this kind of woman.

“I want to fly like an eagle, till I’m free… yes, flying for my revolution…”