I Want To Fly….

Do you ever get the feeling that your life is spinning so, so fast that it is actually slow?

I think of it like the rotation of the planet or something.  The earth is spinning so fast that we don’t even feel it.  Life is sort of the same, I think.

It makes me think of the old Steve Miller Band song, “Fly Like An Eagle”

“Time keeps on slipping  into the future/ time keeps on slippin’ , slippin, into the future,

I want to fly like an eagle, to the sea.

Fly like and eagle

Let my spirit carry me.”

Kinda trippy mid ’70’s stuff , but the older I get the more sense it makes.  (I just want to say for the record, I was eleven years old when that song came out.)

It isn’t a new idea, the thought time isn’t linear.  It is probably a rounded thing, a parabola or according to the great Dr. Who; “timey wimey wibbley wobbley.”

I believe this to be true.  Many days and nights I feel as though I am a hamster or some other small, stinky rodent that travels a wheel over and over, hoping for treats, and yet seldom getting anywhere but back to where I started.

Or maybe I am remembering past lives and my spirit self has actually done all of this living before, in other times and places.  I have often wondered if God is not the Great Recycler.

I can’t imagine God being wasteful.  After all, our souls are here to learn.  Perhaps we have to learn and learn again, much as the Buddhists believe, in order to move on to a more elevated plane of existence.

Just in case you are wondering, dear reader, I am not smoking anything while I write this.  I am infected, but nothing else.

I am contemplating another surgery, but hoping to put it off.

I am frustrated as hell with several things in my life that I cannot control but nothing else.

Time just keeps on slipping into the future, but nothing else.

It is all just ordinary in its extra-ordinariness.

“I want to fly like an eagle, to the sea. Fly like an eagle, let my spirit carry me.”

That line makes more sense if I re-write beagle for eagle.  I can actually visualize myself as a beagle.  I was raised by beagles.  We had two when I was growing up and they were my companions. They are much more closely aligned to my spirit self than eagles.

Beagles are bull headed, sort of funny looking, fiercely loyal, and they really love to howl and dig.  They have great, floppy ears and soulful eyes. If you tell them to do something, they consider it and then stick their tails in the air, not unlike cats, and go the opposite direction.

Yes, I much more beagle than eagle.

And the thought of flying, as a beagle, to the sea, gives me real pleasure.

So, as the world spins on and on and tilts out of control; particularly my little corner of it, I think I shall amuse myself by thinking of flying beagles, spirit beagles, heading out to sea.

And as those packs of tri-colored hounds make for the waves, my spirit; obstinate, floppy eared and loyal to a fault, shall soar along with them.