Fly-By-Night
As a young girl I used to leave my body. I could fly. I had forgotten this fact until the Boy Scout brought it up awhile back. He, too, could leave his body. I am not quite sure what it was, perhaps just a vivid imagination, but I remember flying down the street and the feeling of swaying back and forth using my tiny feet quite like fish tail. I remember that strange floaty feeling in my stomach from rising and dropping back down and also the wind in my hair, which wasn't very long at the time. In addition to the physical sensations, I remember being very present, noticing details that I wouldn't normally notice. Bird s , squirrels and bugs stood out, as well as shapes of trees and colors of houses and the sky. I feel like I saw beauty everywhere. How could I have possibly forgotten these experiences? It felt kind of Peter Pan-ish, wonderful to revisit something I did fairly regularly for a short period of time. Since we both did it, I wondered.....did you ever leave...