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It Won’t Go on the Resume, But

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on June 23, 2025| 6 Comments »


 
 
All I’ve accomplished today:
a newsletter, a few less weeds, some
scheduling, a talk with a friend.
But last night, in a dream, I flew. I flew!
I leapt from a cliff with a smile on my face
and not an ounce of fear in my body.
Truth is the fear came after the leap.
Came as I fell and feared I’d trusted
in myself too soon. But before the crash,
before the sick crunch of bones came
the weightless lift, the joy, the flight!
When I woke, I was stunned. I flew!
I flew without wings! I flew! I jumped
off the cliff and fell and fell. And fell.
And fell. And feared. And flew! I flew!
Today, the list of accomplishments
feels sparse. But all day, I felt it, the thrill
of what my body now knows it can do.
Can leap from cliffs with a smile. Can fly
even when I feel fear. It is not just a dream.
It’s a trust in my blood. I can leap. I can trust.
I can fly. It’s true, it’s true, it’s true.
Whatever is inside me knows that how to fly,
it guided me. And I flew.

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Now It’s In Me

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on January 30, 2025| 4 Comments »


 
 
Dawn light not yet arrived,
and the dream still so alive in the body—
 
the astonishment of flight
still rising like a tide in the blood.
 
Are the blankets real?
Or the weightlessness?
 
How is the wind still tangling my hair
even as the cat curls warm at my side?
 
What is this gravity?
 
For a while, I lie between worlds,
one steady, the other wildly free.
 
Even grounded, my body can’t unknow it,
ecstasy.

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One Momentary

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on June 19, 2024| 6 Comments »


 
 
running barefoot
past the end of the pier—
before the splash, flight  

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Astonished

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on September 11, 2020| 3 Comments »

            with gratitude to Corinne Platt

In the dream, I am flying

over the red dirt roads

of the desert, flying through blue sky

beside dark cliffs and I realize

I can choose to fly right out of

the dream’s landscape

and into my life,

and though I’m scared,

I do, fly through blue until

I’m flying above myself

walking through aspen,

flying with no effort at all,

flying wide awake

with no fear of landing.

flying without a single should,

astonished to find

I’m enough.

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One Release

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on September 22, 2019| Leave a Comment »

 

 

you the red kite

I thrill to fly—

and me

cutting the line,

learning I, too, can fly

 

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Close to the Edge

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on January 8, 2013| 2 Comments »

Woman
who dreams
of flying,
do not
be sad
because you
were not given wings.
Such strong legs you have, pushing against the air with every step, and such fine skin that stands at attention in prickly praise
as the wind
lifts you the
best
that it can.

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