by: Monica Macha
My personal definition for
flight is “ triumph over adversity”. The art of flying is a masterpiece I call love. The masterpiece
of love in my life trumps the turbulence. Human instinct for survival instills an “auto
pilot” response to life. An
evolved human will find the “art” in their own life to take over the
controls. This is a skill best
achieved with the help of a co-pilot called faith. The art of solo flight is an
expression of singular achievement. It is I who take the risk to soar with faith, knowing I will land safely.
I share a glimpse of my
turbulence and the resulting masterpiece in hope you will “fly” with faith. Your masterpiece is hanging in a museum
of love.
My first flight from the nest landed me at a crime scene. I felt the embrace of Christ when I
landed, and knew He was my co-pilot.
I was young, yet I knew where to find joy. It was outside, and inside my imagination. Fly with faith. Find your joy.
The second flight made me stand up for my rights. I found the courage to say no. This is a great skill to learn. I can count on me to love me. Masterpiece material. Don’t let anyone
take your seat.
The third flight was on the anniversary of my
first. It is an interesting coincidence.
I flew from a car over a cliff and survived. I had a purpose.
It takes patience to trust faith.
Don’t die. You have a purpose.
The fourth flight brought me to my family. My wish for home was coming true. My pilot was too busy for me. I needed my own itinerary for joy. Pilots fly a lot.
The fifth flight taught me flight plans change. Love does not hurt.
If it does, choose a different destination. Flight plans can be changed.
The sixth flight led me to a business dream that
ran out of fuel. Sometimes failure
leads to a better destination. Planes and people run out of fuel.
The seventh flight taught me, even when you have nothing you have something. “Own what you know and know what you own”. Take inventory.
The eighth flight nourished me with a new business. This new business is an expression of creativity that reflects my message of triumph. It feels good to be full. Land in an Oasis.
The ninth flight flew me to joy. It is
filled with
the art of love. I have trust and love for myself. I
have a co-pilot
called faith. Fly first class.
The tenth flight taught me the value
of sharing my story. Use your
life experiences as a personal guidebook for travel. Guidebooks help other people
navigate. Share your story.
The eleventh flight took me to my favorite museum. I love
The eleventh flight took me to my favorite museum. I love
museums for their silence and beauty. They remind me of churches. My museum
is exquisite. I bet yours is
too. Visit Your Museum of Love.
Do not give up. Creation is the language of love. Love does not hurt. Choose to fly. MM
.jpeg)
