Getting Ready To Fly
17 x 14 inches
I fly a lot in my dreams. I've read this is a sign of being or feeling free.
Perhaps. What I know, these dreams are a special gift.
When I have a flying dream, I soar way above earth, where it's cold, but I'm not cold. Instead, I feel as if my heart is pulsing outside my body and I can barely catch my breath for the excitement of it all.
Just like Superman, stretching my arms out in front of me, I run and pitch myself forward into the wind. For an instant, I am barely off the ground, waiting for the wind's embrace to lift me. And then, up, up, and up.
Grinning like mad, I'm amazed I am flying. No fear, just pure joy. Sometimes I see others flying but, usually I'm up there by myself, cruising along, feeling weightless and unbound by gravity.
To land, I slowly descend back to earth, hovering over the ground until I can easily place me feet back on terra firma.
Sometimes, I'm really lucky and fly twice in a dream, reenacting the whole Superman move, just to have that feeling of being lifted up into the sky. It's pure sensation.
The magic of flying-
I'm lying still,
I'm really traveling