Flying

This morning, right now, my eyes are open, so wide my eyes send tender tears of salt down my face, My arms are open : Cascading the air, cool, and gentile. I can feel my chest, pushed out, my neck  tense, I feel, feel my back.
Muscles tight in my shoulder blades, like I am carrying a burden, arched   shoulder blades pushed close. They are not heavy.
They are feel beautifully light. I can Feel...  the air that I am breathing, Alive.

Simple nothingness.
I see the, deep blue feathers in teal and indigo, with sprinkles of black. I am decadent but not quite ornate. I don't know when I became aware of my unusual circumstance but TODAY I SEE. For some reason I believed this could  never happen. Happen to me?
Today it has.....
Today I am not afraid.
Remembrance of my past; Like yesterday the jumped was "OCCURRED", so fast it was surreal and  I knew I was spiraling out of control.
Rolling, spinning, tumbling, SCREAMING, my heart was going to come out of my mouth, I can feel it coming:  PLOP UM PH soft grass, mud, I was wet, and mushy, dazed and confused, bruised purple black and yellow, leaves and branches in my hair. Bruised, dazed, but not broken.

Phobic to try again. I know I  have to do this again.
The circumstances are truly going to have to be different. I have to have more control. DEFINITELY MORE PLANNING; Success is imminent. Remember, if at first you don't succeed, try, try again, my mantra. But at what cost.....

Full feathers I feel them, NO FEAR.
I won't close my eyes.
My heart is beating rapidly, don't think i am scared. .....
Just don't look down,
I feel like I am in a dream, motionless, suspended animation, its happening, its really happening....
Cold air crossing my face,
Shivers racing down my spine chilling to the core of my being.
I FEEL ; The sensation captivating me.
Open your freaking eyes, I focus the green grass rapidly approaching.
Open my arms, Aurora she grabbed me in her embrace, lifting me higher into
Azules caress, he is beautiful, she is all I needed to support me on my journey.

Shivering, cold, visions of the unknown, wet,
I am born...
New....
Clean...

I know how to fly.......
Its time for the adventure to begin.
©2011 Stefanie Stevens