Flight

“Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.”

― Leonardo da Vinci

“I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you’re going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.”

― C. JoyBell C.

“Every beauty which is seen here by persons of perception resembles more than anything else that celestial source from which we all come.”

Michelangelo

I went out with the camera to find inspiration for this cathartic experience I call my liminality, and discovered a singular cloud in my blue sky. It seemed lost while it tentatively hovered in its solitary state……..Today’s lonely cloud asked too many questions for my confused soul. It did not answer with the clear answers I am desperately searching for.

Surely solitary existence is not what any of us want?

Aren’t we made to be together?

Do we all need to be alone at some point in our life?

Is loneliness what we need in order to appreciate togetherness?

When is the best time for this solitary state?

Is this not what we are all doing: waiting for that spectacularly mind-blowing cloud experience, for that cloud containing that heavenly feeling ?

Is it possible that we may never find our idealistic, orgasmic, breathtakingly beautiful dreamy cloud?

Do we all hold our breath for the fantastical cloud on which angels and perfect celestial beings enter the blue sky of our expectations?

Where are we all going?

What are we doing?

What are we missing?

How are we going to fly if there are no Versailles cloud at the end of our journey in the sky?

The questions are overwhelming, and the answers not the ones I want to hear. Closure is not what I thought it to be: it opened raw wounds that I had struggled to close up with thick bandages. The relentless honesty gave me new hope, only to be taken away with the same cruelty that I know so well by now.

My solitary cloud reminds me that I have once flown high with the angels in the sky. It has left me with a broken wing and a hopeful smile. I desperately have to fly one more time. For now, though, I need to embrace the solitary state of being alone. Whilst impatiently awaiting my Versailles experience, the broken wing necessitates my eyes to be turned skyward, until that moment I would be able to spread it again and float amongst the clouds.