Be like the bird that, passing on her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing that she hath wings. -Victor Hugo
In my dreams, I can fly. As I run and spread out my arms, my feet leave the ground and up I soar – above the trees and over houses, cities, oceans and forests. I’m at peace, limitless…absolutely free. If only I could hold on to that feeling! It’s just a whisper of a memory by the time my feet hit the floor.
Maybe that’s why I’m so fascinated by birds.
For me, the sight of a bird with wings spread, gliding gracefully through the sky, evokes a feeling of pure awe.
The Joy of BIF
Last week, I learned a new acronym from my photographer friend Jon-Mark Davy: BIF. Every wildlife photographer aspires to capture a great one: Bird In Flight. It’s not easy to get a sharp BIF photo; a moving subject is a lot more challenging than a “bird on a stick”! But I keep watching the sky for opportunities to practice.
I’m like this little cattle egret just learning to use its wings. I’m doing the work and using my faith muscle, trusting in the process. One of these days I’ll have the skills and courage to leave my comfy nest, make that big leap and fly. Surrounding yourself with friends who believe in you helps, too!
How do you use your wings? What makes your spirit soar?
For to have faith, is to have wings.― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan