Flying Kites

These birds flew in, alongside Dear Heart and Burning Beau. I remember thinking there was something a little off about them. Why Kites? They were very distinctly Kites in my journeyed vision, Red Kites with distinctive forked tails (though the V appears to have got lost in the waxing)… and that felt strange against the backdrop of the Bifrost Bridge… Kites? Why not Ravens? Surely this is where Huginn and Muginn brought word?

Back down to ground and returned to the real world sat with C, our field chat turned to free associations… And kite strings…

Oh! Strings! That’s what ties these 3 together! Our trio is a power c(h)ord! The Bard’s musical strings, the Archer’s bow strings and kite strings… We laughed as we noticed that the card we’d pulled for the day was Temperance… Strings, all examples of perfectly balancing tensions to get the right results, be it notes or goals… Without tension nothing works, notes won’t sound, arrows won’t fly and kites will disappear over the horizon or fall to ground…

Turning back to kites, we thought about the link between heaven and earth and how you have to keep your grip… I recalled a time when a kite whipped itself out of my hand, searing pain as nylon cord burnt a shortcut through the flesh of my pinky finger… How sad I was to see my kite whoosh away, then the relief that I wasn’t still holding it, as it found its way into wrapping around powerlines…

We agreed that sometimes it’s painful to let go but not as potentially fatal as holding on…

I thought about the phoneline job that I’d recently quit. I hated that job! It’s very rare for me to full blown hate. Sure, I rant a lot but that’s blowing off irritations soon forgotten… Phoneline readings, I thorougly bloody hated. I’d stayed in that job much longer than was good for me, justifying my insanity, by calling it a safety net, something to fall back on… But what kind of self-sabotaging lunacy is that? Staying somewhere you can’t stand to be? That’s not a safety net, that’s a tangle of knots you need to drop free of not back on!

Strings… Tension… Harmonies… Discord…When to pluck on and when to fuck off…

I look at this card these days with new thoughts… The Rainbow, I see it everywhere… It’s become a symbol of our NHS urging us to Stay Home Now in this flipped around world. In a world where pubs and churches are closed, the NHS has become deified… The only socially acceptable gatherings right now are the weekly 8pm doorstep claps for the carers. The NHS is our sacred cow that must not be slaughtered… In this topsy turvy world, it gives me wry pleasure to drive through one of the most bigoted areas of my town, an area filled with knuckle heads, jingoism, and St George’s flags, now banner waving for the NHS by culturally appropriating the Gay Pride flag and I wonder if they realise… But Gods bless the NHS, the only one thing that politician’s can find that unites all sides against one common corona enemy…

But back to Kites… Red Kites… They used to be far and few between and the best chance of seeing them was to go to North Wales. Then, a breeding program started in Rutland and the boom began and the Kites began to spread out… They’ve winged their way to one of my secret sneaking off routes. A scenic route which if the clock is on my side, I can detour, take in some views and still get back in time for duty. Sometimes I think to myself that it’s a good day for flying kites and I’m going that way anyway. Screw it, if I’m 10 minutes late. With the gab I have been gifted and odds are that I can talk myself out of trouble…

So some days, Kites soar and so does my heart! My heartstrings played to perfection as my own little peace of heaven comes down to earth…

Let’s go fly with kites! Where will you fly today?

2 thoughts on “Flying Kites

  1. I’ve flown myself to right here. Such majestic and wonderful, molten warmth like the agriculture of fresh lava flows as a being (beings).

    “ We agreed that sometimes it’s painful to let go but not as potentially fatal as holding on…” Exquisite statement.

    “ Staying somewhere you can’t stand to be? That’s not a safety net, that’s a tangle of knots you need to drop free of not back on!” Yes! Like the birds nest of a tangled, open fishing reel, spun out too fast with no Temperance tension set and fluidly modified in the drag. Like a wiry, briar patch of a coif, where you just gotta give ‘em credit. “WOW. No one gets lucky enough to eff it up that that far. You had to mean it. Kudos, you really had to mean it to make it that bad.”

    And, with the pubs and churches closed, whatEVER will the Irish do for sunscreen now?

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  2. “Like the birds nest of a tangled, open fishing reel, spun out too fast with no Temperance tension set and fluidly modified in the drag.” Damn! I wish I’d written that!
    Oh Lord! The Irish! I’m off to buy shares in tinfoil 🤣

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