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Friday
Dec192008

Birds of a Feather

 

I believe we are all born with wings. But it seems as we grow up, we forget how to use them. And so we tuck them away, often to nearly invisible as we navigate the day to day from the earth, our feet leading us step by step along our path. But, there comes a time in our life, when we heed the whispers of our souls, follow our hearts desires, live our lives guided by our passion, our creativity, our courage when we feel our wings begin to unfurl, no longer able to remain hidden, denied.

We look around and begin to notice we are not alone. There are others among us whose feathers are revealing themselves as well. We can’t help but recognize one another. Ah ha, my sister. I see you. And then without effort, almost unknowingly, not unlike an instinct, we flock together. We feel it in our bones; the unspoken security and safety in numbers.

 

Our wings become visible, useful, necessary as we need more than our legs to carry us. Our wings enable us to reach the highest highs of our potential, to glide on the wind that has been given to us, to come in and land steady and sure on our two feet, touching down on the earth, keeping us grounded. But only as long as we need it and then, it’s back up again in effortless soaring. Together we fly up and down, in and out, weaving our beauty through the sky in an intricate quilt of love. Of goodness. Of sisterhood.

 

 Share your thoughts on soaring. When all things are possible, what do you see? Have you captured images from your bird’s eye view?

 

 The amazing Kelly Rae Roberts has offered a copy of her latest book of pure inspiration Taking Flight as our giveaway today. Leave your comment her to be included.

 

 Congrats to Shalet of Peculiar Momma. She is the winner of lovely Friends association bracelet.

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Reader Comments (114)

i yearn to fly. the book looks beautiful.
December 22, 2008 | Unregistered Commenterlaurel a
I have been eying that book, what a lovely surprise it would be to win it.

Happy Holidays! and thanks for the opportunity!!
December 22, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterDanette
Great post, thanks for sharing! Cheers from NC!
December 23, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterGin
What a lovely and inspiring blog you have here! I'm so glad I hopped over from Kelly Rae's blog---and winning her book would be super ; ). I'll be back!
December 23, 2008 | Unregistered Commenterkslaughter
kelly rae is such an inspiration. i would love a copy of her book!
December 23, 2008 | Unregistered Commenterkathygrace
What a lovely post and a generous gesture!
Happy holidays!
Lisa
December 23, 2008 | Unregistered Commenterlisa
I'd love to be entered!
December 24, 2008 | Unregistered Commenterapril
I think as mentioned in the post, I have forgotten how to use my wings. However, just recently, I have begun to hear "the whispers of my soul". And I know that an awakening is just around the horizon. I'm trying to be more aware; trying to live in the moment and not the what ifs... I believe in possibility!
December 24, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterTrish
Soaring is any time with my grandchildren!
December 24, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterJoanie Hoffman
I love Kelly's work and would love to be entered in the draw :) Wonderful blog you have here!
December 26, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterKristy
I've been soaring high, at least for the second half of 2008... started out a little bumpy, but I've been filled to the brim with love, laughter, and joy so many times that I can't stop soaring! Or smiling... or weeping sometimes... :-)
December 27, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterRobyn
Just put myself on an airstrip to take of for flight. Making a little speed each day and who knows I will be soaring the skies very soon.
Thank you for the entry.
Have the best 2009 and may your wishes be forfilled.

Elizabeth
December 28, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterElizabeth
Oh Tracey! What a great post.

I've been reading Simple Abundance during my daily quiet time. She talks a lot about the same thing you wrote about. I've been inspired. And yet, frustrated. My most challenging priority right now is motherhood. It's something I've wanted to love since ... forever. I dreamed about the day I'd become a mother. And yet, 9 years after having my first child, and three children later, I'm still searching for my mommy wings. I wish I could feel like I am flying when I'm mothering. I wish I knew where to look for my mommy wings.
December 30, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterMonica
Not only did I tuck my wings inside, eventually I clipped them in the most destructive way. I didn't do it because I didn't love flight. I'm sad to say I ruined my own wings mostly because I thought it would make the very grounded people in my life happy. They thought I'd be safer if I stayed out of the clouds. and I didn't want to get in trouble. Now, I believe that the trouble came because I was meant to fly--after all, I had wings! Failing to cleave the air and soar kept me unnaturally earth bound. A lack of wings heavied my soul, as well as my body. In my grief I hurt myself, ate too much, and hated the person I am, keeping me even further from the sky. So, I'm not just unfurling unused wings. I'm growing brand new ones. This is an amazing process, and a journey in itself. I've decided to use all my gifts, not just a few, as a offering of love to God, and the whole world. I will shatter the heavens with beauty and delight. I've also decided to help other people fly by using the very same gifts. I don't think about getting into trouble anymore. Trouble makers are far more interesting, besides, I'll be to high up in the air to care what happens and who I've pissed off.

Much love, and thanks for the opportunity to share this. I love Kelly Rae's work. Beautiful!
January 3, 2009 | Unregistered Commenterclaudia mair burney

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