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FALLING…

As I lay here in the grass, looking up at the clouds. I am so relaxed. I cannot remember the last time I felt so at ease. Looking at the white puffs as they sail past me makes me wish I could be up there, just for a moment. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?  The wind is so soft and it whispers like music just for me as it caresses my face, my hair and my soul. I feel as if this is a special wind, in a special moment, just for me.

I close my eyes and suddenly I feel lighter, the images of the soft clouds beneath me fills my eyes.  The wind holds me and cradles me like a mother would a small child. Protecting me from all the hurt.  I ride the breeze, this wind, this moment.

Ahhhh, but I know it will not last, I know this wind I ride will have to end.

Will I fall when it is over, will I drop to the hardness below?

What can I do?

Will it hurt? I am scared, I am frightened and I am excited all at the same time. I am more alive now than I have ever been before. This wind, this new life, this right now.

I can feel it slowing down, settling in, I am starting to rise, as if I was a small wave that is begging to collapse into foam.

Now I begin my decent, my fall. With eyes closed, my body wanting to cover itself, so as to accept the impact. I am ready, I am ready…

Wait, why haven’t I felt the ground yet ?

I open my eyes one at a time, peeking at my hands, my body. I am not falling. I AM NOT FALLING?

WHY….what is that? It’s all around me, is it more wind. NO I can hear this, it’s, it’s…..

Butterflies, millions of butterflies…

Hahahahahahaha,,,they are carrying me down to earth, floating me downward, dancing around me, caressing me, like my wind did just moments ago.

I wish you could all feel this, it’s beautiful. They are singing to me. Their song is my song. A song of the heart, my heart

I reach my hand out into the madness of their flying to and fro.

I am back on the ground.

 

The falling was better then the flying.

 

 

This touching drawing is by a new friend Kara Simpson. She sent it to me along with these words.

“Hi, my name is Kara Simpson, i draw and this is one of my very first drawing i ever did and it would mean a lot if you wrote a story about this.”