Birds eye view.....

“Most birds were created to fly. Being grounded for them is a limitation within their ability to fly not the other way around. You, on the other hand, were created to be loved. So for you to live as if you were unloved is a limitation, not the other way around.” – TheShack

A friend of mine shared this quote with me a week or so ago. It has basically rocked my world since then and has made me evaluate how much time I spend on the ground vs. how much time I spend flying.

This world is a tricky tricky place…. The momentum of the spinning can cause us all to just keep trotting along paths just hoping to not fall off somehow. Our belief in gravity and energy and positive and negative ions are formed in our heads and stay there only getting applied when we talk of science of physics but rarely do they seep out into our life… and yet they are there every day. Invisible truths we blindly walk past… invisible laws we read about and think about but rarely sink into and trust.

Since I was a little girl I knew I would have to have a job… it’s just part of life

I knew I would have to have a home…it’s just part of life

I knew I would have to save… it’s just part of life

I knew I would have to pay bills and taxes that I needed to learn basic home repair, that tires go flat and cars are necessary and eating three square meals is needed and that the goal was conventionality.

To dress and act and support myself like I saw everyone else doing

And now I am an adult and realize how far along the beaten path I have wandered… how distant Robert Frosts road less taken really is….. and to look for negative outcomes in my life because of this path would be fruitless because there are none.

By every visual standard I am living a good life. I live in the cutest apartment I have ever lived in. Have a job with a company that saves lives and things seems smooth….I am healthy and have stuff and save and change tires…

But if you crawled into my head at night you would know… that the truth is… I am a grounded bird on many levels. It’s a truth that causes unrest in me daily because there is this voice inside of me that says….there’s more and you’re missing it.

Not more stuff

Not more things

Not more success

Or more promotions

Or more accolades

But something more

A whole life filled with the opportunity to love all day long… to taste those things which cause my heart to beat faster, that inspire me and then due to that inspiration cause good to pour out of me like a faucet.

There is a world of energy, and enlightenment, and power and love that I am so finitely tapped into now it’s like a jumper cable instead of a hardwire into my system.

He loves us…. Oh how he loves us…

And yet so little of my day is focused on that love and the many many forms it appears in and is instead focused on excel spreadsheets.

He reaches for me and yet I only feel his touch on the rare occasions I stop and silence the world and feel it

He cares

And yet I wander the earth wondering who else does…

It makes no sense that the very things that are at my disposal to make me fly I only tap into 10% of my time and the very things that keep me grounded and disconnected I devote my life and thoughts and gifts and talents to…

And then I wonder why I don’t fly

I am a bird… with wings made to feel the air below me

Feathers meant to soar

I am a bird made to love and be loved and that is my true heartbeat and blood flow not this medical science version of an organ with chambers

I have energy pulsing through me… more than some light bulb I flick on and off in an office all day

I have positive ions… which reach out to connect with other positive ions to create a canopy of good more than some AA battery I put in my remote to watch TV all night

There is a force… a divine force which keeps me from falling…. Larger than Newton’s apple, more powerful than the weight of the world….more dependable than physics and less changing then the scientific communities definition of a planet

I was created to be loved… not to work or pay bills or do what needs to be done according to some definition that man made years ago….

I was created to be loved

You were created to be loved….

And so my big question is… how much time is spent fulfilling the very purpose of my creation…. And how much time is spent fulfilling the world’s definition of it?

I cringe at the answer to that… I cringe at my answer to that

And I wonder what this world would be like if we somehow tapped into those things that make us soar with the same tenacity as we seek out and expand that which gives us a paycheck, or status, or some manmade version of security.

I don’t know much…. But I do know I am on the search for Robert Frost…. And his road less travelled because I hear it makes all the difference….

I don’t know where it is… or how to get there… or if by chance I am already there and just cannot see it…I am directionally challenged you know…

But I guess that would be the benefit of flying…. The world is much easier to navigate with a bird’s eye view.