Flying by the Seat of My Faith

Police Officer:   “Do you know why I pulled you over?”

Me:      “Because you knew blue was my favorite color, and you wanted to brighten-up my day?”  Mona Lisa 🙂 w/ a 😉

I am audacious and, at times, arrogant.  I am brilliant and brash.  I am confident yet clumsy (on multiple levels).  I am decadent yet discreet.  I have extremes, but no ego where they are concerned.  I am frightening and frightened (though I hide both “somewhat” well).  I am gifted and glib.  I am my own best friend and my own worst enemy – depending on the time of day or month.  I give myself encouraging pep talks that sound more like Gunny Sergeant Hartman performing morning inspection.  I am a constant, helpful source of faith and support to others, yet am always trying not to slide down that slippery slope of self-sabotage – again and again … and again.  (Oh the sweet sounds of the bitter refrain are always so much easier to sing than learning a new song – which requires time and effort … heavy work!)

When I was three-years-old I flew for a brief moment in time – literally suspended in the air to the amazement of all those surrounding me.  It wasn’t until very recently that I acknowledged that I have been trying to capture that complete sense of freedom again all of my life.

But I’ve come to realize that it’s always been with me – my free will.  My ability to choose which direction I take in any given circumstance is my freedom.  The way I choose to express my faith is my freedom.  The way I react to someone’s behavior is my freedom.  Every choice, every action, every reaction is a direct result of my faith, my belief – in myself, in the hope for and beauty of humanity, in those I hold dear (and even in those I do not) … in all that I do.

And that is unbelievably phenomenal …


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The Zephyr Song ~ Red Hot Chili Peppers

Given To Fly ~ Pearl Jam (Live)

P.S  My favorite color is purple.  😉

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