Free

This is taken from an old post imported from Multiply.  It actually came up in my Facebook memories from 2011 and I realized how very much it speaks to who I am and the desire of my heart still. 
I used to write music.  One piece hums it's way through this reading: Living on the Wind - Going wherever the Spirit may take me; Living on the wind - knowing the Father will never forsake me.  Living on the wind - soaring to heights unknown to man, exploring the joy of living in His plan, being at ease with the strength of the breeze that carries me: Living on the Wind.
I hope you will be blessed by it this morning as I was.

I will never forget the sight.  I was the first one awake and out of the tent that morning.  The lake was sunrise calm and the sun was barely sending rays upward.  I started coffee and then stepped out to gaze on the blessings of daybreak.
What a blessing it was to be there that morning in the fresh moist air.  As I watched, an eagle flew by, low and fast.  Suddenly it dove to the water's surface, came away with a fish, and disappeared into the distance.  In a short time I witnessed the same scene with the same outcome.  Over and over I watched as the light developed and the morning warmed.
I didn't know if it was one eagle or more; I didn't see more than one at a time.  I was amazed at the ability of the eagle to know exactly when the fish in the distance would rise and how to meet it without fail.  I never saw a miss in the time I watched.  The pure dynamics of the scene boggled my mind.  The precision and grace filled me with a new admiration for this wonderful bird.
My daughter stumbled out of her tent during a short interval.  I pulled her aside and held her beside me to watch.  It was a magic moment to share.  We watched until the humidity lessened, the day was sunny and warm, and kids began to emerge from a night of sleep and created noise, activity and a need to get busy on breakfast.
At various times in my life, I have flown in dreamstate.  I have always yearned to glide on the air, though you would have a horrid time getting me to hang glide and my first plane ride was a cause for days of nausea and dread.  I almost got to go up in a balloon once.  I did go up in a tethered balloon one time.  Kind of boring, it seemed.
I am a person by nature bound to protocol and rules.  I am a person driven by desire to find freedom.  I've often thought that was what the dreams were about: breaking the bonds and limitations of expected rational behavior.  Yet there is the side of me that wins most of the time.  The dependable, feet on the ground, practical gal.  I think it is why I love to write.  In writing, I can cast off the chains of earth with its need and reality and go where I please on my own terms.  I can be as serving or as mindswept as the moment calls for.
If I close my eyes, I can be that eagle swiftly gliding across the lake toward the destiny of a rising fish.  I feel the resistance of the air and yet I feel its help and power.  I know I will succeed in any task the day presents.  I am strong.  I am free.  I am able.
Of course, I must open my eyes and get on with the stuff of my humanity.