Saturday, December 6, 2008
...we even flew a little...
I've been waiting for this moment, and it's arrived. Hedgehog had her first flying dream last night. I'm so happy for her!
I think most people have them sometimes, and each person's way of flying in their dreams is as individual as a fingerprint. I also think that flying dreams are symbolic of hope.
I love to fly in my dreams--and it's always the same for me. I flap my arms vigorously to gain loft, and when I have, I can sometimes soar. What a feeling! It's a freedom that I've rarely known in waking life. Sarge tells me that he flies by taking a running start and then tucking his feet up. And now Hedgie, in little girl fashion, says that last night while she was sleeping, she sprouted a tiny set of glimmering wings that she worked a bit with her arms and shoulders; she only gained a tiny bit of loft, a few feet off the ground, but that was a wonderful real feeling.
How do you fly?