Tuesday, February 05, 2008

I am turning into a walking cliche but hey, at least I'm walking.

Yesterday I dreamt that I could no longer move my arms or legs but instead I had grown wings like a fairy’s or a butterfly’s. They were mighty and strong and I controlled them from my back muscles. I flew up above everything and felt the air on my face and chest and it was transcendent.

Not once did I worry about what to do about my arms and legs once I landed. I was just riding on a current of wind, looking down, amazed at all the beauty.

1 comment:

Jason said...

Tinkerbell: I am clapping as hard as I can for your light to continue to shine, for you to feel the freedom and beauty of the wind in your face, for you to stay as bratty and impractical as ever. I love you. Jason