Before beginning my post for the night, I want to apologize,, for I am not feeling very creative tonight.
All I could think about, when concentrating tonight's post with my second "A" post,,, was being airborne.
Back in my very early 20's, during my first marriage, I was basically a prisoner. My husband and I lived with his mother. he was free to come and go as he pleased, but me, I had to sit there, in her vision, all of the time. I couldn't go outside without her watching me constantly, from a window.
Anyway, that is a whole other story. But, one beautiful Summer day, I walked out, and went around to the back side of the house, and sat on the edge of a hill. I was almost completely surrounded by a forest. I had nothing in particular on my mind, I just wanted to get some fresh air, and away from my ever watching eyes. I will never forget the day.
The sky was clear, bright and beautiful. I sat there, and took a deep breath, and just closed my eyes. Suddenly, I heard a Falcon's cry, and I opened my eyes. just taking the experience, and view, in. I was flying! I was gliding among the treetops, then higher, swooping down. I then turned, as I admired the view from above, looking down upon all of the trees, then I headed back. I approached myself quickly, and barley swooped when I neared my body. I could see me sitting there on the edge of the hill, with my eyes closed, in my blue clothing. After I saw my body on the ground, things went black again,,, then I opened my eyes, only to be sitting on the edge of the hill. I hear a Falcon's cry,,,, look up, and watch it glide away from me, in the same direction I was flying from. I sat there in that spot for a long time before going back inside.
This happened many years before my Path had found me. I never understood this,, but I kept wanting to fly again. That was the most peaceful sensation I had ever felt.
That is really all of it, and, my apologies again, for not being creative. it was the thought of my spirit being airborne, that kept whispering to me this week, for my second "A" post.