i keep thinking about bats.
the scariest part is letting go, and i wonder if that is also the most important part. there’s something here too about trusting my own constitution, my own design. reading about this dive-to-fly MO reminded me of another tale of plummeting:
the drama of the creatures and world around me makes me feel less alone on the roller coaster of my own emotions and the roller coaster of systems collapse; i mean—he sticks the landing, and he chose it.
maybe we can free fall on purpose because we need to drop down, closer to the earth, landing ever so gently. don’t miss it. maybe we can dive because the diving board was all scratchy anyway and we are actually meant for flight (everyone deserves a chance to…a la Elphaba). my wish for us this year is to be like bats, like mocking birds. new year, same me, same you, flap flap, really send it, really launch. no holds barred, as in “there’s time enough but none to spare.”3