I look at this picture and I recall the moment in time that I have captured with my camera. I consider the beauty of it and what it represents to me. In my time of reflection, I become so aware that, just like these seagulls, each of us is different; we look different, we sound different and so on. But deep down inside, we are all the same. We each have our own personal journey, yet we do journey along side one another. The face of our attention may be pointed in different directions, but it is my belief that each of us feels the need to rise and fly at some point during our life experience.
We all have wings; some of us still haven’t found them; some of us are aware we have wings, but have not yet figured out what to do with them. There are those who are just learning to spread their wings but have not quite made it off the ground. Some are beginning to flap their wings and are finally beginning to rise. Then there are those of us who are flying so high, that soaring on the wind is what comes naturally.
It is the wind of Love that makes it possible for us to use the wings that we have been given. Each of us has a choice. We can choose to stay on the ground and never acknowledge that we have wings…or…we can choose to rise, by allowing Love to be the gentle wind beneath our wings that causes us to not only fly…but to soar.
Won’t you come fly with me?
~D~
Photo: Zuma Beach, Malibu, CA ~ April 2010
Copyright 2010 – Denise Gilreath ©
