“I am in flight, again.”
I know this intimate space. The realization happens in a flash and lights up my knowing that what I had become comfortable with in my life, doesn’t quite fit like it used to. And, the feeling of possibilities have strengthened beyond dismissal, and remain possibilities…. not yet here.
If I were a bird, it would be my release into flight, no longer perched in the tree. If I were a peach, ripening on the tree, it would be the moment I released from the tree, fully ripe and full of nourishment. If I were a caterpillar, it would be the moment I transformed into the butterfly.
In-between is easy to miss or should I say, it is easy to resist.
How many times have I pulled and struggled to make the current, comfortable, known, work? How many times have I pushed myself into a path to create the new, quickly. Too many times to count. Experience is a good teacher, when I am able to see it. And yet, the awareness doesn’t make the in-between go away. It does create a sense of peace when I chose the option to let go of the struggle and know I was born to fly.