When I was a child, I dreamt of flying all the time. In the morning I would open my eyes knowing I had experienced something magical, my whole being vibrating with a sense of wonder. As an adult, those dreams came less and less, but when they did, I was left with a lightness of spirit as if I’d been released from the gravitas of my life.

Flying dreams are the best metaphor I can think of for how I hope to live a creative life. In those dreams, the act of flying never came easily; sometimes my very life depended on it. I would run and leap over and over again before something finally ‘caught’ and I would escape into the safety of my imagination. Flying helped me to see the world differently—the magnitude of what could be versus the minutiae of what was. But most importantly, dreaming of flying released me from that which held me back—fear of the unknown.

Facing the unknown challenges us to dig deep, to step out of our comfort zone, to discover talents and strengths in ourselves we never knew we had. It tests long-held perceptions and hands us new ones, and shatters the belief that we can control our own life or the lives of others. By relinquishing control, we have no choice but to live just a little more in the moment.
I came upon this link sent by a friend who has been contemplating her own creative path. It’s a podcast between Elizabeth Gilbert and Jonathan Fields, and it speaks directly to the idea of living a creative life.

Bravery, Gilbert suggests, is the product of a certain kind of obstinacy in the face of fear — and that obstinacy, rather than one’s occupation, is what defines the creative life:

“While the paths and outcomes of creative living will vary wildly from person to person, I can guarantee you this: A creative life is an amplified life. It’s a bigger life, a happier life, an expanded life, and a hell of a lot more interesting life. Living in this manner — continually and stubbornly bringing forth the jewels that are hidden within you — is a fine art, in and of itself.”

Perhaps, with a little faith and obstinancy, we can teach ourselves to fly—to let go of what we have always known, to trust that inside ourselves, curled just below the surface or buried deep within, lies the power to soar.
Once again, thanks to Maria Popova at brainpickings.org

In October 2012, I drove 6,800 kms with my artist husband, Ric Kokotovich (www.ric.kokotovich.com), and my dog Iggy, to spend 6 months in our adopted city of Merida. Leaving the fast paced world of Calgary behind, I packed my books, art and entrepreneurial spirit, and set off to explore what lay beyond the borders that had become my life. In October 2013 we hit the road south again, hoping to find out what ‘living the dream’ really means. This is my adventure.

2 comments on “Learning to Fly

  1. Rock Paper Sister(s)

    Ya. As an avid dreamer myself, I can relate. There is also the swimming heavy-limbed through the air to get away from danger dreams, not as much fun. Love your picture, rock on in your lightness of being!

  2. Such a good piece – I just LOVE, of course, that you accompany it with that exuberant “flying” photo of you stop Tent Rocks ! Keep writing, write about flying and anything, everything else.

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