I used to fly in my dreams. The method of taking off would vary. Most times I would run and then jump, then jump higher and higher until I was airborne. I would soar drifting up and up. I would float in ever higher circles like a Raptor on the currents of air. Waves of chills shooting down my spine.
I know now the key component to all my flying was not thinking about it. To not focus on what I knew couldn’t be done. Once I was flying I had to allow it to be; without questioning it. My logical mind making way for my ecstatic one.
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