Week 17 – Betty Jarra

Posted: July 24, 2011 in Betty Jarra, Week 17

Flying Lesson 17

It’s a walk planned only because it’s a necessary move.
The walk as a gift is this time a gift within a gift.

At home my couch surfers are gathering. One, who is still out with friends, will be sleeping on the couch. Three, newly arrived and gone to meet others, will be sleeping in my bed and on my extra mattress.
I will sleep at Amanda’s. I leave the house before any of them come back ….. it feels good.
With a bag filled with pillow, toothbrush, book and clean underwear I leave for my walk.

It’s late, soon midnight, and the streets on my little island are empty. Automatically I walk where I’m used to since childhood, in the middle of the street. Sidewalks are for cowards.

I love to feel the air all around me.
Which is also good when flying.
The more in the middle I walk the more satisfied I feel, symmetry, equal amount of air on all sides.
Soon I’ll be adding it under me as well, as soon as I learn how to lift off.

As I’m walking uphill on these empty streets I can slowly feel how my old defenses are sliding down my neck. Guilt is slowly crawling there. On my forehead wrinkles gather more and more, some anger, some excuses, some tense readiness awaiting.
On my shoulders responsibility is heavily seated. Should and Would, each on one shoulder.
I get a feeling that my walk might be too short today. That there won’t be enough time to learn to navigate through all this old junk blocking my view.

I empty my think tank and fill it with more air.
I am not the junk weighing me down, I can not be compared, I can not be put in boxes made for tiny stunted egos.

I’m just skin and bones and the muscles in between! I am skin and bones and the muscles in between, with the only purpose to bring me forward. I am skin and bones and the muscles in between, in cooperation with an oscillating movement in motion. I am skin and bones and the muscles in between and solely because of these being moved from a given point.


Everything else are chemical reactions.

The gift to move myself is a wonderful gift.
But I have to learn to move on all levels. Not just to flee but to actually fly!
Flying lessons are very necessary!

Much later I wake up in peace on Amanda’s couch.

  1. Mike Piper says:

    Be, I think you’re teaching us all to fly.

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