Flying (2011, Dec 2)
December 18th, 2011 § 1 Comment
I’ll add this to the list of phases I think everyone goes through: Everyone, at some point, or another wishes she could fly. Everyone has some desire to get away and get above, some longing to have enough faith and hope that if you jump, if you let go of the ground, you will be lifted.
But when we play the little game where you name your ideal superPower and people get bored with an old answer, we box it in stipulations.
Do you have wings?
–Wouldn’t you get tired flapping them? What kind of superpower is that?
—-So, like angel wings? Or bat wings?
So, fine, you don’t have wings. Do you just spread your arms out?
–That’s it?
—-Doesn’t it hurt?
Well, can everyone else fly?
–Then are there traffic laws in the sky?
—-But what if too many people are flying? You can’t just have everyone flying.
And so we become preoccupied with the requirements, the attire, the equipment, the authority, the rules involved, the words we use, who gets it, who doesn’t, what we call it, when we do it…when all we wanted was to take one gracious leap of faith and soar.
About the Haikube Free-Writes:
Haikubes are a set of cubes with words printed on them, like magnetic poetry with a multidimensional, randomizing twist. (I got a box as a Christmas/birthday present this past year—thanks, sis!) Many mornings I pull one from the box, roll it, and write a small page prompted by whatever word I roll.
