Fly within. A postcard

Today we had a wind storm.

Our little 3 years old and I were going outside to the front garden and we both were surprised to feel the clean autumn air against our skin. Yellow and golden leaves where dancing all around.

The small boy stretched out his arms wide open and asked:

– Why doesn´t fly?

– Do you mean why aren´t you flying?… May be because you didn´t close your eyes, I answered stretching out my own arms. Just before closing my eyes I could peep at him: a little, radiant, smiling face told me he was soaring his inner sky. Joyously I joined in, entering my own spiritual field.

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