Give Wing

These young monks flew down the stairs with abandon during a visit I made to their monastery. Throughout my travels in Bhutan, I was struck by the timelessness of both children and architecture. For millennia, boys and girls have lent exuberance and hopefulness to life and for nearly as long, people have crafted mud, wood, bricks, stones and other materials into structures that provide shelter, stability, and communal places in which people work, study, experience art, worship, and more.

The notion of things that are eternal does not negate the ephemeral, changing reality of human experience. Especially in the current era, when the rapid pace of technology, culture and society often seems overwhelming, it is grounding to remember some things last forever.  And also, to know that we are capable of achieving fluidity and acceptance, if not flight.

During moments when I give wing to my imagination, my mind is released, my body lightened, my soul set free and earthly worries are blown away by the same wind that once moved molecules as the earth was born. Renewed and awakened, I experience a childlike spirit-mind and discover energy much like that of these young monks.