Leave the Nest – Learn to Fly

Sometimes you feel this unexplainable longing for home. For home, where it seems I haven’t even been. There are no reminders left about this home- no smells, no tiny reminder bits in the shadow of the memory, except for this longing feeling. And so I walk along sunsets, each time mingling with this longing, I dream and I build in the air this dream home in God’s garden. Interestingly, the Sun always reminds me of home. And in this canvas everything started precisely with the Sun. Its’ rays started laying out the whole composition and it swirled till I understood that I was in a nest. It is so warm and nice in those featherbeds of birds, but it is not enough to revive there once, you’ve got to get over yourself again, to cut through the shell body and to feel what the coolness means. While in a nest, I observe my parents- how they fly and live in the air. Their freedom is tempting and my nature is already talking about it. Holding on to father’s hand, I was afraid to leave home, I looked timidly to the disappearing mother’s face and asked, “why?” Just like for a small bird, embracing the unknown, the moment stretches in time, so for me the first flight was a real jump into unknown. And just as I got that this spirit of parents’ wings is leading me into unknown- I rose up. Limitless space of being, now I settled myself there.