You Can Fly!

Today, someone asked me what I was up to. It might be because I had my feet in a bowl of green grapes, but ...well I’m not even going to try to explain that.

Sometimes I just take flight with an idea. Okay, I do that all the time. One could call this phenomenon following my heart, bliss, inner-voice or just plain stupidity, but I don’t see myself changing my ways anytime soon.

I refuse to live with what ifs, so I grab onto ideas and fly with them.

Sometimes my ideas would  infringe on.involve others.

 As a child, I’d gather my younger siblings and tell them a story I made up. Then, while rummaging through a box of old clothes, I'd tell them what part they needed to act out. They’d wrinkle their cute little noses in disdain squeal with utter delight while I dressed them up, telling them how much fun it would be to act in the story. However, once we got started, they"d “fly with it” too.

 I'd nail bed sheets from the basement rafters for curtains—much to our mother’s dismay—and the show was on. Transported into realms filled with kings, queens, dragons and trolls, my siblings and I became so much more. We were stars!

As I grew, many things created flight in my imagination. Never once did I pass up anything. I don’t regret a single moment. I love the song from Peter Pan, "You Can Fly!"  by The Jud Conlon Chorus and the Mellowmen, because it captures the way I think...and live.

Like Peter Pan, we all need to hold onto the magic within, and never let anyone tell us we can’t fly.