Reflection on Wings

The title of this site has a source, and it is something I share with as many people as I can. It is taken from an incredible choral piece by composer Eric Whitacre called Fly to Paradise. I am playing it as I write. You can link to a version here on youtube. The best gift I can give any reader is to say set aside these words and listen to this music NOW. She remembers having wings but she's forgotten what it feels like to fly.

Do you have dreams of flying? Do you wake up disappointed to find yourself bound to the earth in your bed when you awaken? The nights when I have dreams where I have remembered my wings are always a gift. The trick is to remember while we are still awake!

To remember that we are capable of soaring, of deep compassion, of wild flights of imagining, of walking through our lives mindful of the miracle that they are . . . this requires a new relationship with our own thinking and our own being. I see it as more of an undoing than a doing. There is a relax and release here. There is a leaning back into another reality that is greater than our collective trance. It feels a little like what I'd imagine happens when a baby bird is pushed out of the nest. During that first moment of free fall, will it remember that it has wings? Will it open those wings and find it can fly?

Let's not talk about it any longer. Listen to the music. Imagine falling out of that nest. Imagine the feeling of wings.

#perspective #outlook #newlife