Letting go

Feeling the WHOOSH! of letting go.  Sitting inside, snug in the computer studio, but swear I feel wind rushing through my hair.  

Back a lifetime ago, to letting go of Mom's finger, taking first steps on my own.  My bike's handle bars, feeling close to flying.  The rail at the skating rink, wobbling for a bit but finding my center as I sailed along.  letting yourself.

The rueful smile, realizing how long I've been holding on, like a butterfly with the teeniest tip of a wing still touching its cocoon. The glorious freedom of letting go. 

Fly!