|The very plane that brought us to Thailand almost 4.5 years ago.|
This imperfect post below is a result of taking a blind leap of exercising my writing skills through Five Minute Fridays. Hundreds of other bloggers around the globe take just five minutes every week (ok...maybe I am not that consistent! but...working up to it) to write for only five minutes on a one-word prompt that Lisa Baker gives at her site. Interested? Click here to get the details.
I get two kinds of mental pictures when I hear the word, "fly."
Soaring...freedom...puffy white clouds and an endless sky. Maybe even Superman makes an appearance in this mental picture.
In order to reach my family and friends who live across an ocean or two, I have to fly. I have to spend a zillion dollars and plan for months and FLY to be able to see them, reach them.
One picture elicits incredible freedom and exhilaration and aaaahhhhh...a sigh of relief.
The second represents a barrier of time and space and a wall between locations on this big and wide planet.
They represent wanting to fly towards space and be away from people for moments upon moments...and in my more homesick and people-sick moments...flying represents my need and craving for the people I miss.