The winds of March are gusting on our little piece of the planet. And I’m ready with outstretched arms. I invite the winds to whisk away whatever weighs me down. And I lean, even now, to yield in their direction.
I don’t want to fight the wind. I want to be the wind.
I want to lose my defenses. I don’t want to be afraid. I want to fly. I want to fall down as many times as I must to soar … and then I want to learn to soar higher … and that means falling down some more.
Please don’t be afraid to fall. See it as part of the process. Feel the disappointment, but don’t hold on to it. Don’t be afraid of tumbling down again. You can’t learn to walk — or fly — without falling and learning to get back up.
When you’ve gotten up enough, you begin to realize that you CAN, and that falling down doesn’t mean staying down.
Rather than fight the winds, yield to them.
Let them take you to a higher place.