I am counting my Blessings these days. I have a wonderful group of women friends whom I can really can say are "A" Grade friends. I can share anything with them, and they with me, and I know that if anyone of us has to light up the ole' BatSignal, we would be there for each other as soon as the danged becon hit the Night Sky.
Right now, I feel so grateful for the circling of wagons. No longer am I the girl on the trapeeze without the safety net. Pretty danged brilliant feeling even though I thought I would never need one....
This poem was written a few years ago. Read it and make what of it what you will.
Cheers,
Kennedy
Flying without a safety net
Throughout life;
Mistakes my own
Made more thrilling,
More potent
Without anyone to catch me.
Now you hover under me
As I fly through my perilous course
Flight and fear, the thrill looses its' sweetness.
The insanity of needing the rush of uncertainty
Unhinges me, makes me question, falter.
Anger rises at your concern.
Should love be met with disdain?
Or are you masking a desire to control?
The need to push at limits is more than skin deep,
It is soul deep, my brother.
Don't mistake the need to fly for anything else.
So again I fly, soaring above the crowd without a safety net,
Put my head in the Lion's mouth and ride the bucking bronco.
To risk all, is to live fully.
Living each day to the fullest,
Is the only way I know.
Find me at the precipices edge, waiting for a new adventure.
