beating the air.

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A swan lifts from the water

Wings bat feverishly at the air

The body, heavy, resists

Weighing it down,

Creating drag.

Yet it fights

Believing it is destined to fly once more.

It is not glorious and graceful, as is its descent onto the water.

Dignity laid aside

Snow white plumes sullied in spray

It battles opposing currents to gain lift.

So is life.

If you wish to soar

You must first battle, undignified, unwieldly

Caring nought for the observer.

Those bound to the land do not understand

Lacking faith for the battle they look on

Surprised when finally you glide upward

Wings aching but heart swelling

Caught at last in the updraft.

I’m totally converted!

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journal

Yes I too have become a journal writer! You’d think it would be sufficient with my daily log (to do’s, directions, and prayers etc. I’ve been doing for over 10 years) and a more recent daily blog and so I told myself.

But after a great post on journals (thanks so much – wish I knew how to post a link!) coming right after some nudges during my morning prayer time I decided to try.

I’ve been astonished at the results!

1) I’ve felt that I was a bit lazy for several years (as I got older and tireder) but I was amazed when thinking over my days for journal writing just how much I was actually accomplishing! The journal focuses on what was done rather than things remaining on the list.

2) Pretty much every day there had been some special thing that often got buried under a pile of “doings” throughout the day. Recording these special things gave a lovely glow of remembrance before going to sleep.

3) Keeping a journal has made me realize just how blessed I am!

Take This One to Heart!

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vision

When I was fourteen growing up on a council estate, attending a very second rate school, the only career opportunities I’d heard of were factory work, shop assistant or office (the highest possible goal being to marry the boss!) I felt inside there was more, much more to life. My father then loosing his job meant leaving school without even GCSE level qualifications. (Think without a High School diploma for US folks).

Yet I was later to not only gain a Fine Arts degree and study post grad, but I became a teacher, traveled the world and even helped found a school! I sometimes have to remind my kids (who tend to have upper middle class aspirations) that I was born poor hence my social viewpoint is very different.

None of the kids I grew up with ever reached higher than shop or office. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I do wonder sometimes how much untapped potential there was wasted because some were way smarter than me.

What made the difference was vision. I dared to get a job in downtown London. I mixed with a different crowd and slowly became aware of my options.I owe so much to the many folks that helped me along the way, taught me how to tap resources and had faith in me.

Always shoot for the stars!