Today’s Story Spark was – Stress.
I chose the prompt – William Blake wrote: “No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.” Write about your wings and where they take you. We had 20 minutes to write.
The Journey
The sky was clear blue as I took off in flight. My mind is clear, no worries, no schedule, just clear blueness and calming winds.
I wish all life were like this. Around me, I can hear the soft sounds of others in flight. I wonder where they might be going.
I see some fly in groups and other solitary ones that are flying higher in the sky.
The stillness of the air is hypnotizing. I need not focus on where I’m going; I can just explore, discover. I can discover the wonders of the world I’m seeing. Time passes slowly.
But there, I feel a change coming. I can feel it in my bones, I can sense it in the air around me.
That beautiful, clear blue sky is changing to a darker hue, and with it, the air flow is becoming more intense.
I have not been out in the air like this before, but I have been told about it. “Beware the storm,” they said, “It comes without warning.”
I am young, but I am strong. I am not afraid. They must be talking about the elderly.
The air intensifies. It is moving rapidly. Rain begins to fall, lightly at first. I fight to maintain my course.
Then comes the sound. The booming blast of power and control as the rain turns to torrents. I falter.
A bright streak of light flashes before me. It hits a tree nearby and shatters the limb that was attached to it.
Now I’m scared. They were right. I should have listened. If this “storm” can do that to a tree, what will it do to me?
I can’t turn back. The winds are too strong. I try to fly higher to get above this enemy, but I am not strong enough.
The only recourse is to go to ground. Since the rain forces me toward the Earth, I can barely maintain control. If I hit the ground too hard, I am done for.
I manage to make it not only to the ground but to a shelter. But I can’t get in. I’m too worn. I am too tired.
It’s then that I hear the voice. “Oh, you poor little thing. Let me bring you inside to get warm.”
I feel warm hands surround me as I am brought inside to this shelter. I am fed and watered and allowed to stay. They have a little caged-in area that I can live in. And there is another one like me there, who welcomes me.
The world is a scary place if you set out to go it alone.
I now live in a place where I’m cared for, with someone I love, and am protected. This is what I needed to find. This is what allows me to be who I was meant to be.
My wish is that everyone can find their place of happiness and contentment, becoming all that they are meant to be.
