You've seen plenty of Beach Trip photos here at Living and Loving, but this trip was different, we had a very special mission in mind.
I have very few memories of flying a kite, but what I do recall is the blessed feeling it produced. As if you were a part of the wind...a part of something so much bigger than yourself. It was as if the string connected you to the whole world.
With great joy, hubby and I introduced Sugar bear to her very first kite this past summer. Her toddler mind was initially consumed with all things that are DORA, but....soon, it was apparent that she was getting it. She felt the strength, she felt the power, she felt the peace. It was a beautiful thing to watch. I smiled so much that day, my cheeks ached.
I often sit and wish that I
Could be a kite up in the sky,
And ride upon the wind and go
Whichever way I chanced to blow.
Don't ignore the small things -- the kite flies because of its tail.
"I see children as kites. You spend a lifetime trying to get them off the ground. You run with them until you're both breathless...they crash...they hit the rooftop...you patch and comfort, adjust and teach. You watch them lifted by the wind and assure them that someday they'll fly. Finally they are airborne, they need more string and you keep letting it out. But with each twist of the ball of twine, there is a sadness that goes with the joy. The kite becomes more distant, and you know it won't be long before that beautiful creature will snap the lifeline that binds you together and will soar as it is meant to soar, free and alone. Only then do you know that your job is done."
“Imagination is the highest kite one can fly”
The sun warms my heart
The wind stirs my mind
My kite dances to the music of my soul