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Flight (for Sunshine, who had the flew and flu in a dream)
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Flight (for Sunshine, who had the flew and flu in a dream) |
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Jaime Fradera Senior Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 843Where no tyranny is tolerable |
Flight I'm in a telephone room trying to make an appointment with my clinician, who is also in my church. The counselor yells at me to hurry, yells how he doesn't have time, yells that we have to get moving, yells that I'm not ready for employment, yells. ... Finally the switchboard clears and I get through to my clinician. The line is very noisy, with what sounds like yelling, breaking glass and smashing furniture. I can barely hear her. It seems there's an emergency at the office, or that she is having a very bad day. I wish I could help. We decide it will be Wednesday at one o'clock. I write this down on a sheet of paper and then realize I can't take it with me because the paper is too big. That's okay. I'll just remember. The counselor and I finally get moving, him yelling we're going to the bus stop, with him still yelling, that I take too long, that I need to be better organized, that I don't have to write everything down. I say I do or I'll forget. As he walks along in the normal way, I am gliding easily a few inches from the sidewalk, working my arms for propulsion, as if cross-country skiing. I don't know where I am but do not tell him, because I know he'll just start yelling. After a while, I notice he is gone. So he's playing a nasty trick on me? watching to see if I can fend for myself? At first I am frightened. Then it comes to me it is a dream, so even if I got run over I would be okay. I step out into the street and lie down in the traffic lane. I hear cars swerve around me, as drivers see me at the last minute. I sit in my usual church pew. I am wearing Barbara, the therapist's, raincoat. But it is too short to conceal my nudity. No one in church notices this. I suppose they only want to be polite. I decide, since I am nude, I will have to go home. I fly out of Barbara's coat, out the church window and float over the parking lot. as those earthbound in their cars recognize me, they are gawking and yelling and pointing. I do some aerial acrobatics to impress them, rise abruptly and fly home. my ride to church is already there. I tell him that, actually, I have already been to church. as we drive to church, I'm telling him how I discovered I can fly, that it is really easy, how, if on your back you hold out your arms a certain way, the air will form a cushion that breaks your fall to the ground. The reason Art Linkletter's daughter died jumping out a high window was lack of training. They never taught her how to fall correctly. My friend says that sounds dangerous, that because I'm blind I maybe don't know what I'm doing, and a sighted person should be there to make sure I don't get hurt. We stop for an errand. As I set alone in the cab, the truck starts rolling down the hill by itself. Did he forget to lock the breaks? ... I jump out of the truck, landing next to a car. The car then morphs into an office chair. I sit in the chair and pedal circles round and round another vehicle. As long as I stay in a parking space I should be okay. Then my friend picks me up in the truck. He apologizes for the problem. He says the old lady had a spell of the illness and had to take some pain pills, but that now everything is fine. SC Got a light, Ben Hur? ... Yes, Lady Lila, right here. ... |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Now, this was fun, especially the flying part. What a fantasy you have. Love, Margherita  |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
“I'm in a telephone room” What you don’t know, Jaime, is that this hits close to home… my parents owned an answering service… I worked at an answering service in another state “The line is very noisy, with what sounds like yelling, breaking glass and smashing furniture. I can barely hear her.” This reminds me of the time I took care of a doctor’s exchange during the Reye’s crisis back in the early 70’s…. parents were panicking, and we took in over 90 calls on the one line in an hour…I was the keeper of the board that evening…it was heart-wrenching, and I wondered how my own daughter was doing…as she had experienced a slight fever that morning. Rules were…No Personal Calls… “Then it comes to me it is a dream, so even if I got run over I would be okay.” This, my friend, is nothing more than pure faith… “I step out into the street and lie down in the traffic lane. I hear cars swerve around me, as drivers see me at the last minute.” As this memory bears on an ex-husband, all I can say is that you are, remarkably, hitting home runs… “as we drive to church, I'm telling him how I discovered I can fly, that it is really easy, how, if on your back you hold out your arms a certain way, the air will form a cushion that breaks your fall to the ground.” Now this…are things that your poem brought back to me, which I failed to write in my own poem of flight… although I think I tried. Jaime? Have I told you lately how proud I am of you? Not for the reason as dedicated, no, but for your extreme perseverance against all things held in darkness.  |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
WHAT A FANTASTIC WRITE!!! A keeper for my library!!! Hugs~Nancy ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Jaime... did I say, thank you? If not... then, hugs...for doing such a remarkable job at being you. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
cool |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Jaime's rule...when the raincoat is too short, just smile, and fly away. LOL. But the yelling impatient counselor part, hmmm...annoying at best. They are supposed to be professionals, and that is unprofessional behavior you described. Anyway, you always find ways to be strong, and teach others the art of patience and perseverence. You WILL prevail, Jaime, with or without the help of those so-called counselors. You flew higher than most at an early age, mon ami. Loveya, starlight. Please keep the dreams moving forward. Kacy |
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Canuckster Member
since 2002-01-09
Posts 285New Mexico, USA |
There's a lot of p[oints of connection and you use many poetic devices very well. Therapeutic read, but a beautiful one as well. Well done. never try to teach a pig to sing |
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