I went into the kitchen at work to make some tea. A warm cup of spiced chai tea sounded good on a chilly November morning. To get to the kitchen I passed the basement steps.
Those steps leading down to the basement are wooden and narrow. As I glanced down I saw the sign, one I’d passed by many times and never noticed.
Funny how that happens.
It reminded me of a comment from a close friend a year ago.
“You only have one way to go- up!”
She was right. And since then I have learned I have wings, fledgling ones, that have grown stronger each time I try them out. Leaving the nest of my past was (is) hard and scary. I confess to being a tad bit afraid of heights.
But flight is not overrated.
Flight is amazing.
Dare to discover, right there in the darkness, that you have wings. When you are ready, use them to fly only one way-
No stars existed not one pinhole of light in the black expanse of time and space, a galaxy removed from planets and people feelings and truth an unlikely cocoon where a latent image appeared, flimsy and unfocused, a haze on the negative I dared to hold up to the light
I reached for the magnifying glass, hoping to define it and words spilled out- breaking the silent void of my womb letters floating and now captured with each click of my pen to paper the image clear, defined, my own reflection with wings