I have not
written for a while and was recalling some of the things I had written in the
past with my counsellor last night. As I recounted them hope started to seep back in.
Five minutes on fly
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My office is
situated on an airport complex. The other evening as dusk descended a large flock
of starlings swooped past the window, a truly mesmerising sight as my colleague
and I watched. And after, a reality check, that should the birds have been several
hundred metres off their course it could have been catastrophic in the vicinity
of the large, metal winged machines that take off every few minutes.
It makes me sad to hear of
many friends who cannot fly right now.
Weighed down
by sickness, pain, anxiety, discrimination, wordless and wingless.
I long and
hope for the day when we can find our wings and all fly together.
Where there
will be no more sickness, no more pain, freedom from fear, justice overriding
discrimination, words flowing freely and wings beating rhythmically. Spurring
each other on and feeding off the mutual exhilaration.
In the words
of that Doctor let’s allons-y!
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By happy
coincidence the new boots I bought this week (to stop me flying in an undignified manner when ice arrives) are fly
