When I was a little girl I had a friend. He was a little boy and we got along famously. I can’t recall his name. Not for sure anyway. I think it was Tommy. He was a few months older than me. And when you’re five, a few months make a big difference. He knew things, lots of things. He told me he knew how to fly. Tommy said he would share his secret with me. One day.
Now this was way back in the days of making cardboard cameras out of Carnation Breakfast Bars boxes. I believed in the power of cardboard cameras. Back then, I believed I could fly. I believed in Tommy. Over the course of a couple of weeks, he did share his secret. It turns out, Tommy had a magic ring. A ring with a propeller on it. If you made the propeller spin fast enough the ring had the power to pull you up into the sky. The ring could make you fly.
I remember day dreaming about said ring. Sooooooo, magical. Eventually, Tommy promised to give me the propeller ring. I was gonna fly. The promise gave me new purpose in life. I had never been so excited to get to school. Every day I hurried to the playground to find Tommy. So sure he brought the propeller ring for me. I can’t count how many times Tommy forgot that ring. I never lost hope. This went on for weeks (maybe months); Tommy forgetting, me dreaming.
Tommy never brought the magic ring. Although, just before he moved away he gifted me with another ring. Beautiful it was but lacking magic. Silver with a blu rectangular, faceted, stone. I don’t know if it was blu glass or aquamarine. It was huge. I used scotch tape and meticulously wrapped the ring to make it hold firmly to my tiny finger.
I don’t know what became of that ring. I do know the little girl that lives inside of me still believes in cardboard cameras and Tommy’s magic ring. I still believe I can fly. Maybe not like Super Girl, but I can soar. And so can you. Here’s to the power of intention. Spin your ring and reach for the sky.
You never know, you just might fly…
One Love, walk good, off to soar…