Flying a kite

This weekend while at David's grandparents, we went to Walmart. Across from there was Dollar General.


I bought headphones at walmart and I loath the thought of caring around the little plastic box so I opened it up.

You know those little black cushions for your ears? Soft and light like clouds--apparently they're not. They're even lighter and easily gets blown away by a nice stiff wind. After running the length of the Walmart store, I gave up and freed the other one. Sometimes you just gotta let things go.

SO.. I went to the Dollar General to buy some kites. It was the perfect weather.

But when we got home and went out on the field... well let's just say who knew kites were so suicidal? But as I stood twitching one arm, while doing a little run jump-in efforts to encourage the wind to lift the wings of the kite--I couldn't help but think how similar this task was to life. How discouraging it was to see it suddenly sink, and how inspiring to see the wind take hold, bringing it closer and closer to the sky. Sometimes I feel like I'm always trying to fly that kite--and I wish I was too because down here, too often I don't get to see-or perhaps don't notice when it takes flight.

I think if the kite could give me some of it's advice-it would be to simply enjoy the ride-the whole ride, and remember to play often. ^_^