Learning to Fly

"Well some say life, will beat you down. Break your heart, steal your crown. So I've started out, for God knows where. I guess I'll know when I get there. I'm learning to fly, around the clouds."

I've dubbed this blog Reveries due to my ability to over-think, over-analyze, and introspect everything.
I strive for the capacity to connect to the world via sensory experiences. Music evokes life in me and takes me away to another world. I see nature and often times melt at its magnanimous beauty. Today I saw the color Red everywhere juxtaposed against a beautiful snowy backdrop and I stood in awe. I am learning to appreciate and crave good, wholesome organic food. The kind that makes me feel like a better person both emotionally and physically (which trust me, is good for everyone who knows me). Our vast world seems, at times, infinitely broken, and I am one person searching out ways to fix it with the limited resources allotted to me.

This is a journey. Sometimes a frustrating one, and sometimes so beautiful and wonderful it literally wows me into speechlessness.

At the ripe old age of 31, it feels like I should have all this, this being everything, figured out. Some days I run solely on routine: the day-in, day-out method of living. And then I take a step back and wonder what I'm doing, and why I'm doing it. It's good to wonder. A lot. In my case, there is an excessive amount of wondering happening in the old noggin. It's exhausting being me sometimes. Walk a day in my head and you'll come out as if you were ice skating, upside down, on sand and seashells. Yeah, I know.

I am not the same person I was a year ago, 5 years, and certainly not 10 years ago. I tend to change at such a rapid pace that even the mini-micro machine man on speed couldn't keep up with me.

I want to be a poet, writer, artist, singer, (not athlete), conservationist, salsa dancer, tour guide in Italy, business woman who saves dying children in Africa and stray dogs out of my backyard. I am, of course, none of those things (especially the singer part), but at least if I write about it, it's out there, and that brings me one step closer to action. Sometimes our words have more power than we'll ever know. Let's hope that's the case here.

I hope you join me as I learn to fly.