May offers up many opportunities. The strong breezes of Springtime presented a metaphor outside my window yesterday: a child flying a kite. There is much to be said of kite-flying, and I immediately see its relationship to creative living.
The little boy is Ilya, my neighbor, who is seven years old. He has the wisdom and training to manage this business all on his own; I applaud his ability, and watch him with some measure of amazement. How sage is this little one to not only get this contraption off the ground, but to keep it flying successfully for quite some time!
If you hold on to the string too tightly and try too hard to control the kite’s movement, it will surely fall to the ground. You must have a flexible hand, and the ability to trust in the wind. You have to allow the wind to take your kite where it will. You can guide it ever so gently, but you cannot force your desires upon it.
You must remain alert and involved. You need to keep your eyes on the sky, yet not lose your footing. You have to hang onto the connection, but let the string move in and out of your hands as the prevailing wind dictates.
Yes, this kite-flying business is complicated. Not for the faint of heart. Not for the closed minded. Not for the egocentric who see the kite as an extension of themselves.
The lyrics from a Mary Poppins song by Richard and Robert Sherman comes to mind:
“Let’s go fly a kite, Up to the highest height,
Let’s go fly a kite, and send it soaring,
Up through the atmosphere,
Up where the air is clear,
Oh, let’s go fly a Kite”.
I can tell you that there is real joy when your kite goes soaring above the treetops.