Flying is not about wings. And its begining to dawn on me more than ever. Its about a feeling. A feeling of shedding everything you have down on earth and soaring high. Up, up and above, amidst the blue, teasing the wind and chasing the clouds. Its about becoming light enough to resist the forces that drag you down. A feeling of lightness, of freedom, happiness and peace. And then my friend, you are flying!
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I hope the phenoix has taken flight...... risen from the ashes and flying high in the sky... free, light headed and light hearted. letting go of all the drag of the earth...... leaving behind the ashes of the bark and the shackels, and the "other" bird on the branch....
let us just hope the " new ash" rises someday to fly.....
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