What is it?

The energy surge...I had felt it before, only not so "pure?"...is that the word I am searching for?.

The first time that I can recall feeling the surge I was 8 or 9 years old. I was in the backyard of our home...it was summer...lazy summer...on a daydream kind of a day.

I think that my love of clouds stemmed from this day. I lay back on the warm metal of the slide that was attached to our swing set and bracing my feet against the sides I managed to stay in place. From my reclined incline I was at my perfect viewpoint to watch the clouds play...great rolling balls of steamy cotton running a constantly changing picture show before my eyes.

It was the bird...high up and circling that intersected with my dragons and clowns dancing across the field of blue...the bird that I saw without seeing...I was simply aware of him.

In his circling segue he subtly clipped the edges of my parade until finally, my unconscious focus was on him...and a singly windswept word that fell across my ears...fly.

Fly...

In a heartbeat I was looking down upon the landscape familiar, luminescent and awe-inspiring all at the same time...rooftops, trees, antennas, the school house, the fort, my house, my backyard, my swing set........ME!

I dove into myself...and was startled out of my day-dream by the shrieking call of a bird swooping upward and away from my position...yet in my memory I held the wind in my ears, the breeze across my body, the sensation of moving myself upon the gifted breeze...all as nature had intended...and to a young day dreaming boy it was natural.

I didn't understand that not everyone could do this.

I thought it perfectly fine and a grand way to spend an afternoon.

At nearing 50 now, I still dream of that first flight...and still see the dreamy eyed face of that little boy as I flew myself home...

Blessed Be....

Lord Glade

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