Angel Wings

How do we get to use them?

How do we get to use our angel wings?

By being in a bind. A pinch. A tight spot. And then having to spread them and flap them to fly away. 

How do we learn to walk? By trying it out and teetering and falling on the baby fat of our tushes. 

How can we learn to fly? Well, intellectually, it's a scarier proposition. Because if our wings don't work, we splat. 

Birds get pushed out of the nest when their moms think the time is right. And they learn pretty darn quick to use their feathers. 

But it takes the same kind of sticky situation to get us aloft. If we didn't have to use our wings, we wouldn't. And wouldn't that be a shame — to know we can fly but not to?

So the Universe tests us and puts us in situations where we appear to be in a bind. Where we may sense there is no way out. But there is. Because divine forces use a playful brace. The hands that grip you are attached to a smiling angel. Who dares you, challenges you, pushes you to unfold your wings and fly away, breaking free of the grip you feel life has on you. 

Maybe this is what was meant by the impulse of “Fight or Flight.”

Don't fight it. Flight it. 

Because you can fly. And you're free. As a bird. But you have to choose to use your wings. Even as you are pushed from the nest. And the first step in choosing is knowing you can.

So spread ‘em. And find yourself…

Aloft! Alight! In flight!