Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Me' Wings....

Sweet Jazmine scented morning (or evening) to the world…whichever part you’re in….coz’ out here in Manila, the storm that has kept kids from school has politely abated and royal peeka’ boo sunbeams are softly beaming through the clouds…lovely..

……Manila weather is darling cool and little brown happy noisy Maya’s are flittering across the sky in celebration…I can see them from my bedroom window over here…exquisite sweets and gregarious twirps of Gods pretty creatures….Oh’…if I could only join them flutter and zing’ and zoom across the sky…I truly, certainly, without question would.

Hey, know what?...I was thinking…If I could make one request…yes, one selfish vain request from God above…it would be to fashion me a pair of detachable ( so it can be dry cleaned!) wings…I want them big…no, wait… not just big but…. expaaaansive….

I want them stylishly curvaceous…

I want them feathery gracious…


And,

I want them in a muted shade of pink that can only…..only be the distinctive color of me….

( batting eyelashes!)

I…. want….. God…. to make those wings just for me….the way Abraham threaded that rainbow robe for David…..just him in thought….

( …imagine that!!...)

Huh!...demands…demands….listen to my ego folly…But they say God…yes God… hears prayers…So I pray for wings…soft feathery light pink wings….to swoop me wherever I need to go….

What about’ you???...Don’t you want wings too?....Big…small…what color?

Think about it…If we all had wings….there would be no need for planes…or choppers…or boats!! All we have to do is instinctively thrust upwards…pick up speed and …and…breeze…to exhilaration….thriiil!!

Don’t you just miss that feeling?...Thrill?...Exhilaration?.....Like nothing can stop you….everything is going right….you are the IT…not the IT that gets tagged and you have to go chase somebody to IT….But the IT…that means you are the fulcrum of strength….of the BE…of the AM…whew!

It’s that feel a child gets when he closes his eyes and just meets the wild rush of wind as he swings up in a playground without a care …

OR….

the feel of plunging and revoltingly letting go when riding a roller coaster or bungee jumping … ….the feel of rush….the feel of just floating…letting go….free…unencumbered…..like galloping the waves….but not drowning….

What if I could fly…huh???

Where O’ where would I first go??…Monaco….Florence…Cairo….Tuscany….Paris….Sahara….Martha’s Vineyard(??)…

Who would I see first?....( Oprah??)

How often and how far would I fly?...( to the ends…to the ends baby…yaaaah!!!)

And the more important question…Can….. I….. be….. restrained?.....Me…with wings…retrained???

( nya!a!a!)

Let me think…

If I had wings…If I had PINK wings…I’d fly me to the heights of heaven…furious and fast….with STYLE…..

…like I’d gracefully ( just like a ballerina…coz’ that’s one of my frustrations…) point my feet down with my right knee slightly up ( so my legs would show of course!) and my right arm extended towards the sky as if I were Eve herself innocently reaching for the forbidden fruit of lore…and of course I’d have this angelic Cheshire cat smile to symbolize my undeniable purity….with my eyes looking all sparklingly liquid like on drugs or intoxicated with something heavily holy….

Aiiiiind….when people ( mere mortals…um’ like you…he!he!) …and dogs as well…behold me in their sight…this pouring of “aaaaaaaawww…look up in the sky…it’s a bird…it’s a plane….it’s LAAA... VITAAAAH!!!”…would so overwhelm them that faint spells of wonderment would cause their hearts to burn abright’ and a vicious repentance of their venomous ways would awash their souls…and….and…

And when I get there….( in heaven…um’ go two paragraphs up…this was what I was actually talking about..he!he!) I would stand outside its gate…golden…bronze…diamond studded…jaded…oak….whatever….I would just stand there and marvel (with a bucket of buttered popcorn in hand) …. not at it’s ornate ness…but at its existence…

I wouldn’t dare knock!…

I wouldn’t dare ringl….

I wouldn’t dare enter….or even peek….

( lest somebody screams…trespasser!)…

I’d just stand there…and stare…and whisper…”cuuuuuuul….so it exists…so this is heaven”….

BUT…..BUT….buuuuut…..

I ain’t got those wings… not even one as miniature as what the tweety Mayas wear….Instead, I only have this pair of feet…..with pink toenails courtesy of Bruno’s pedicurist…

I can’t zoom anywhere near the stars……The best I can do is jump and I can’t even jump that high when needed…

…...wingless me…. glancing up, not at heavens door…but up a grocery shelf , where the baking flour I particularly need is on the topmost level….Somebody help!

HELP.Guess…I don’t have those wings to remind me…I am grounded….There is no escape…There is no running away…or running fast enough…There is only facing what needs to be faced…..what needs to be settled…what needs to be altered or fixed…or even…what needs to be celebrated….

I don’t have those wings because…there is no need to swoop up looking for heaven…I am in my heaven….I make this life a heaven or a hell of my choice…

Each day …each moment a choice…a decision…heaven or hell…heaven or hell…heaven…OR heeeell!

So I see God here in my minds eye chuckling and asking, “You really want those pair of – detachable- pink wings Love?”..…

And I embarrassingly acknowledge…”No, not really…they are detachable…and I can’t spare another cent for something that needs to be dragged …heavily…to the nearby mall…for laundry…”


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“…I beliiiiieve I caaan flyyyy…I belieeeve I can touch the skyyyy….think about you every night and daaay…spread my wiiings and fly awaaaay…I belieeeeve I can soaaaar….bang myself into an open doooooor…….”

Oh’ okay…enough!

20 comments:

X. Dell said...

Although I think you would look stunning in a pair of pink wings, what makes you want to fly? You exist everywhere. You always have.

(Gives Lux a cyberhug, and kisses her cheek).

Lee said...

Yes, you would look stunning, no doubt about it. But may I suggest a nice cup of teaa and a wee lie down until the feeling goes away?

Atleast stay off high rise balconies.

schaumi said...

I'm sitting here trying to envision myself with purple wings. 'cause if you're going to cyber soar instead of walk, I'll join you. But I probably wouldn't be able to catch up, you fluttery soaring thing :).

K9 said...

/bark bark bark

i recommend an ultra-light flight. basically, a trike attached to a hang glider. take it up high, cut the engine and glide down in silence, fire it back up and fly just over the tops of cornfileds and cow pastures full throttle just like the black 'copters in apocalypse now. exhilirating!

hmmm. i woulda thought pale buttery yellow wings.

/grrrrr

Mayden's Voyage said...

Have mercy! you slay me...with such beauty and light!

I swear you are an angel-
No, you are just like King David... who loved deeply, gave generously, and was as human and faulty as any of us. And well he knew it- "A man after Gods own heart" is what God said... and with words like those, who needs wings?
I'd also like a pink pair though- the same shade, or different...it wouldn't matter :)
Or- yellow- and between you and me and Schaumi we'd almost make a rainbow! :)

The unbearable lightness of having wings- and being...and needling to walk everywhere in reality.

But Lux~ the beauty in walking is that it takes time, and it makes us slow down and appreciate what's around us. With wings- I might have flown right past you- and what a shame that would have been

I am so thankful for you :)

Hliza said...

I would love to have a pair of wings like Twinkle, please.. and a curvaceous body like hers too if you don't mind.. and not forgetting a magic wand to sprinkle my sweet power to the whole world...
You can be my flying buddy then.. but only if you're my size..

Michelle said...

Now that was a truly special piece of writing :o)

Lady Lux said...

x:dell

aww...cyber hug to you as well ( * gives mayden a wink he!he!)...and o' yah...kiss on the cheek as well..

lee:

yes siree...will do!..a cup of tea for me comin' up...and a glass of Sangria to go with it..he!he!

schaumi:

hah!...we're gonna' hold hands and wee' across the galaxy...you can fling me across the universe till i bump into jupiter!! ( please fly after me though...I might need your help getting unstuck!)

k9:

uuuuuu...yaaaah....possible...possible!...now i'm thinkin' of para sailing....yaaaah...why not no?...

you really think so?..pale buttery yellow...?...Pale buttery yellow then...the pink can stand as a spare..

grrrr...back...


Mayden:

King David?...ahhhh..eeerr...I dunno MAyden..

funny..I deleted a couple ov' sentences that said if I had wings..i'd fly past everyone..and not give a glance...

We would fly past each other...

I'm glad I don't have those wings...I have small feet and walk kinda' in small brisks...but I'm sure I can keep up with you..and schaumi and kate...and x dell..and all you lovely people...and oh' especially LEE!..he!he!

hliza:

ey' you can come join our rainbow...I dunno'...if we could possibly be the same size...but if you're really tall...and fly really fast..I'll try to keep up...and uuuuu...magic wand eh'...now why didn't I think ov' that?...care to share?..hee!hee!

michelle;

I kinda' have the propensity of thinking this way after I tackle a truckload of laundry...

Gary said...

If I had wings I could save quite a bit of money on gasoline. :)

Hannelie said...

winx

SJ said...

You would look great with pink wings.

For me I would have one of those booster rocket type of thingies.

velvet acid tongue said...

hey girl;

you haven't been into the acid lately, have u? i hear it makes a person wanna fly. i'm with lee - no high rise balconies!

lol. hope you are well.

Lady Lux said...

eeey' SJ...why didn't I think ov' that!...rocket thingies would be cooler!...


velvet:...

he!he!he!he!...he!

don't worry...me stay off balconies!

hannelie:

am' gonna' check out the winx there in a sec...

gary:

yep...nice thought.....it would save on gas!

Sue said...

Wow, what an amazing post! I'm with you on the flying, I've always wanted to fly, just to glide through the air, not high up in the sky, but down on the ground, and when I take a step I just keep floating for that bit longer - maybe watching Neil Armstrong and his crew landing on the moon affected me more than I thought, lol !!

Percival said...

This may not quite be central to your train of thought, and yet I have long wondered:

Why do they call the place, "Manila?" Do you guys use a lot of those envelopes?

In any case I think it is a good name for a city because it does rhyme with vanila.

iamnot said...

Ok, I think I've discovered a serious flaw in your blog.
There is just no way I can come up with a zippy-clever comment to do justice to the poetry.
Trust me when I say that I've played at poetry...and you do NOT want me to go there for a response. It just would not be pretty.

Lady Lux said...

hannelie:

heeey!...thanks for that!...am' playing around with it!....just love it!

Hannelie said...
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Hannelie said...

Glad you like it too, my daughter showed me it once.

We love this one too:
winx music videos

Don't you just love how you can click to 'change body here', wish I can do that every morning. LOL

Lady Lux said...

Mr. Percival:

good question...something that has been linering in me' mind....the manila envelopes thing there...will have to get back on you 'bout this coz' right now I got me' envlopes of test papers to check...nice of you to drop by...

Iamnot:

welcome to me' humble bloggy home!...I have visited in your and have found it to be comfy'..I will be back..

Hannelie:

I will check this out later...I love playing around with the yahoo avatar as well...hee!hee!