Waiting to Fly

"That impetus that makes you fly is our great human possession." Herman Hesse

There is a saying that the best thing parents can do is give us roots and also wings. For many years I was more of a roots person. I knew that wings existed and that I have them, but I rarely chose to use them. The most use I ever really got out of the was to move onto the next place to set down roots.

Setting down roots has certainly been my pattern over the past few years. Even when I move between the many important places in my life I still have my roots there. It becomes harder to take the chance to fly when I know the consequences of that may be breaking with some of my roots.

Something has changed in my life over the past year. I am still very connected to all of my roots. Some days I feel that I am too connected to my roots. I don't want to leave certain places because I know that things will change between the time I leave and the time I come back. That has happened multiple times to me over the past two years when I am forced to move between my favorite places. Nothing is ever quite the same.

Despite the fact that I know nothing will be the same, there is a part of me that desperately wants to fly. Not for a long time, because the desires and hopes I have for my life do require me staying in one place and laying down roots, but for a little while. Just so I can know what it feels like to have the wind beneath my wings.