"Yes. You did."
"The dear old days when I could fly!"
"Why can't you fly now, mother?"
"Because I am grown up, dearest. When people grow up they forget the way."
"Why do they forget the way?"
~from Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie
Our bodies and our hearts carry. They become weighted with the experiences of life and our reactions to our experiences.
Even today, though I wanted very much to arise this morning with enthusiasm and laughter, even as I breathed and made peace and made room, the water that flowed into that space was mostly sadness.
I didn't chase it away. I let it be. My smile nodded to the sadness, and the sadness nodded to my smile. We would wake up together.
I will keep walking the path, willing. I'll steal glances at the sky and remember that I used to fly. Maybe it wasn't even this lifetime!
But the sky knows me well and calls. There is a part of me that rises up to it and the rest of me will follow as soon as it remembers.
Meanwhile, I walk. And I carry. And I make room for the smile and room for the sadness.
That's okay, too.