Flying

Who, I wonder, wouldn't fly if given the chance? I imagine that even those afraid of heights would throw caution to the wind, no pun intended, to experience the feeling of the air rushing past their face and to see the world below as the birds do.

I consider myself very fortunate that even without wings, I have experienced moments in my life that feel like flying. I have felt weightlessness, freedom, suspension, and all of the bliss that goes along with it.

I have flown through the water, completely supported by the person holding me and by the water itself. And in that support, I have been able to let go of everything else that holds me, and all that I hold onto.

I have flown on the bottoms of someone's feet, completely trusting that he wouldn't let me fall, and with every exhale, I let go, until all of the muscles in my body surrender, along with my heart and my mind, trusting that my entire being was held in that moment.