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Life is for Soaring


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Sometimes I need to chew on something before I publish it.  The title of this blog entry came easily; the post did not.

There is a woman in my life, one I respect.  One that made me who I am.  One who always, always supported my dreams, wild and crazy though they might be.  One who accepts me as an adult, and also accepted me as a child.  She soars.

I had the pleasure of going to visit her in North Carolina, where she treated me to a wonderful weekend.  But, the weekend had sort of a theme.  Soaring.  Not just because I flew there in an airplane.

She took me zip-lining.  It is something I never thought I would experience.  I had the time of my life, and she kicked my butt-she is in much better shape than I am.

We also went to the Carolina Raptor Center.  I love birds of prey, always thought it would be neat to befriend one.  Not OWN one, but just sort of make my balcony a cool hangout for one or two.

This woman has been my inspiration for much of my life.  At family gatherings, I am told quite often that I remind people of her.  I take this as a high compliment.  I always wanted to grow up to be like my Aunt Carol.

Life has many parallels.

I feel a kinship with her.  She is the most vivacious, caring, flamboyant (in a good way) woman I know.

When I was five years old or so, I knew how to read.  Quite well, as a matter of fact.   Don’t ask me how or why, I have no idea.  But she gave me the first book I considered to be “adult” because it didn’t have cartoon pictures in it, it actually had real PHOTOGRAPHS.  It was “The Red Balloon”.  I was thrilled to be given such an adult book at that age.

Then when I was about eight years old perhaps, back when memory books were all the rage, we children carried them around and had people we cared about sign them.  I remember exactly what Carol wrote:  “Hitch your wagon to a star, and it will carry you afar”.

She has always soared.  She has always inspired me to soar.

Life is for soaring.  Thank you, Carol.  Love you much.  Here’s to you, Aunt Carol!

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