fallin' and flyin'

Sometimes falling feels like flying…(until you hit the ground)*


Is that it? That I like the feeling of chaos? Or uncertainty? That can’t be true. Who would like that? I know it’s a bad morning when I have more questions than statements. I think that’s part of it. Keeping the questions circling when there are actual places in my life and head where I could put a period. I sound like an insistent four year old. “Why?” “But, why?” I should know better by now that why is not a useful question. Maybe when I ask it of myself, then it could be helpful in sorting out my motivations; but when I’m asking it of others or of random situations, then it’s just maddening.

Reality. Not airborne, just right here. The sun is shining. The coffee was especially good and strong this morning. My loved ones are safe and well. I have meaningful work to do. I am certainly free from hunger or the worry borne out of not having enough. Is the absence of bad the same as the presence of good?

A deep breath. A moment to re-group on the inside. I don’t have to answer it all today. It is enough to know again that life is actually quite pleasant here on the ground. I don’t need to whirl myself silly just to feel the sense of flying. I am hopeful that there are other ways to soar.

*Thanks to “Crazy Heart” lyrics for telling the truth