FREEDOM
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I’m not the only one in my family who could fly but the only one who embraced it. My mother’s aunt, my Great Aunt Darla, grew wings too it’s been whispered, but back then, it was an anomaly, an embarrassment, a flaw, and I think she had them removed.
Of course I live in a house, what did you think? I spend a lot of my time in the trees but I don’t build a nest nor lay eggs! My wings make me just that little bit different than everyone else. Just that little bit.
Once, when I was just getting used to the sprouts that grew into wings, just as I grew breasts and pubic hair and three inches in height, I remember looking at them in a mirror, seeing how beautiful they were. The first time I attempted to fly my mother came with me. She cried. My father wouldn’t come with us, wouldn’t speak of it at all. After a while, he left home and I never saw him again.
You cannot believe how wonderful the earth looks from a distance, while soaring above it all and no, it’s nothing like taking a plane. Maybe an ultralight but without the buzz of an engine. Maybe you can imagine the freedom in a freefall, but that only lasts a few moments. Freedom to go where you want is better than freedom to only fall downward to land.
This morning I’m going up to the hills where the sun rises each day. I’ve been told that nothing is there, that what life is about is right here, in our town, with the people. But I don’t think that’s true.
So glad you are on board. Dazzling, as usual. **jealous**
Thanks, Susan. Since I’m writing every day anyway, it seemed that I should join in. And, after reading some of the work this year, I think it will push me to put up only the best I think i can do for the day instead of settling for mediocre.
I have never read anything of yours I would ever describe as mediocre, but it is an exciting group this year and you are a very welcome addition. I wasn’t going to join last year either, but when I saw John’s first video the pilot was lit! Even tho’ it does feel like one is writing in a vortex, it does turn out to be a GROUP vortex.
Your stories are stunning. This one spoke to me especially, so full of possibility. I picked up on it in an image for my day #8, here: http://100parts.wordpress.com/2011/05/28/8-freedom/
thanks for the inspiriation
Me too.
http://lebleuduciel100.blogspot.com/2011/06/012100-unborn.html
Love your piece today, Nicolette. I’m going to link to it somewhere.
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