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The smell of melting wax is exhilarating to my spirit. I fly so close to the sun that I create new mazes after successfully freeing myself from the last one.

After the wax melts and the wings fall off, I fall back to the ground, lesson learned. I reach out for new inspiration hoping the trappings will not encage me from flight.


“Why did they get 3 points for that basket?” I asked the person sitting next to me. It was 1981. The NBA 3-point field goal became a permanent part of professional basketball in the 1980-81 season. Obviously, it had slipped my attention. Nonetheless, Clyde “the Glide” Drexler and the Portland Trailblazers were part of my regular entertainment. Little did I know that those would be the first words uttered to my future (and past) husband.

He packed cheese, crackers and fruit for our first date. We sat in his ’69 VW bug with the windshield wipers going looking at the Pacific Ocean as he read poetry to me. He reads Theodore Roethke’s poem, The Waking, to me. It becomes our theme. “I wake to sleep and take my walking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go.”


Time marches forward. The merry-go-round gains speed on its endless track. He taught me to love poetry and to love myself. I introduced him to his soul and became his best friend. Even on this circular path, we find ways to live parallel lives. We clutter our lives with what does not matter. Do I stay here and create ruts in the ground or do I find a way to get off? “Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.”


I miss the smell of melting wax. The passion leaves. What sin is that? My path opens one direction, he plants himself in one place becoming an anchor. “Great Nature has another thing to do To you and me, so take the lively air, And, lovely, learn by going where to go.”


Loss turns to opportunity. After giving up my material possessions and risking the love and understanding of those close to me, I am in a beautiful place. New environment. New relationship. Grounded on my spiritual path, I’m living on an ashram. He remains my friend. I am blessed. A path becomes a labyrinth when you do not trust yourself. Remembering the lesson, I keep my heart open, allowing both love and pain to enter. “This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. What falls away is always. And is near. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I learn by going where I have to go.”


I am learning to fly without touching the sun.

(This is my entry for LJ Idol , Season 7, Week 10. If you liked it, please let me know by commenting. Voting for LJ Idol begins on Saturday at 4:00 pm HERE  EST and runs through Tuesday. Thank you for your support.) 



( 14 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 22nd, 2011 01:18 am (UTC)
Jan. 22nd, 2011 02:08 am (UTC)
Nicely done. Love the flow of your writing.
Jan. 22nd, 2011 07:01 am (UTC)
Lovely... and I always love the Icarus imagery.
Jan. 22nd, 2011 02:09 pm (UTC)
Jan. 22nd, 2011 10:05 pm (UTC)
Once again, remarkable! I can always feel your emotions and your memories in your posts.
Jan. 22nd, 2011 10:38 pm (UTC)
Beautiful flow. Your words give me a feeling of effortless, light.
Jan. 23rd, 2011 02:04 am (UTC)
Beautiful- you found a way to make me feel as though I were flying there with you.
Jan. 24th, 2011 12:36 am (UTC)
It's like I was there with you walking your path, youbhave a beautiful way with words.
Jan. 24th, 2011 03:58 am (UTC)
This was lovely. I felt like I was on your flight with you :)
Jan. 24th, 2011 07:35 am (UTC)
Nicely done - especially the last line. :)
Jan. 24th, 2011 04:51 pm (UTC)
This was beautiful. I loved the last line to sum it up. I feel like your entries are always so interesting.
Jan. 24th, 2011 08:29 pm (UTC)
Very lovely!
Jan. 25th, 2011 06:25 am (UTC)
very nicely written
Jan. 26th, 2011 01:33 am (UTC)
Beautiful. And wonderful lessons to learn. Thank you for this.
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