Seaweed Forest and Flying
by Soul Places | Diane Ludeking
I’ve been running past this cluster of wooden things several times a week for the last month. Today I finally stopped to take a picture. And twenty more throughout my run. So much for keeping my heart rate up, but I knew this day would come. The day when I could no longer just pass these things by without capturing them more permanently. And considering the way my mind tweaks things with its vapid recall, I also knew my imagination would distort the heck out of these. But don’t they look like the forest’s version of seaweed? The way they wave without moving? The way they beg me to swim through them instead of run around them?
I confess, my inner child is on the move these days. And why not let her play? These beautiful cool spring days exist for a limited time. Before long the bugs will drive me wild, causing flailing and cursing at the air around me as I also try to maintain my awesome barefoot running form. An occasional slap of my flesh will reveal my own blood drawn from a mosquito I’ve now killed. But until then, let the child free!
Today she is grateful for her freedom but also takes time to encourage contemplation of the punitive action parents take when they ground their kids. I don’t have kids and have never been grounded, but is it meant to be like a pilot without wings – grounded? I don’t know if that’s where it came from, but it sure sounds about right. I’ve seen the face of a child being grounded and it looked a lot like the wind had been taken out from under his wings. Grounded.
If you were ever grounded as a child, make time today to fly and dedicate it to the child within you. Running makes me feel like I’m flying. So does horseback riding. What makes you feel like you are flying? Will you do it today? I am interested in knowing what makes you fly – please share it in the comments.