High As A Kite

It's been my inclination lately, to get on this thing and just post a bunch of complaints about this or that, but instead decided to wait until I had something a little more worth while to write about. I suppose if I had to assign some sort of a topic to what I want to write about today, it would be one involving the words simplicity or simple pleasures. I've had tremendous unease inside of me as it seems that everything in my life is changing at an uncomfortable pace.

Sometimes, I think a lot of people feel like life is moving at an uncontrollable speed. Sometimes, I think that we forget that we are in the driver's seat. We can yank that emergency brake at any time, and say to ourselves, "I need to slow down for a second and just be in the moment."

This week, I rode a bike for the first time in probably 10-12 years. There were no cell phones. There was no iPod. Just me and my friend, taking about our memories, warning of oncoming traffic, wheezing up inclines, and letting the sun tan our arms. The world slowed down.

I also flew kites on Sunday with my family; an activity I haven't done in nearly twenty years. I felt like kid again, playing with other kids. I didn't care about anything except getting those kites as high as they could go. I looked around at all the other people in the park experiencing the same nostalgic adventure I was experiencing: We were happy, we were inventive, we were free. It was a freedom I haven't felt in quite a long time, and it was exhilarating!

Stillness is a good thing.