Thursday, June 17, 2010

My Angels



I chased so many fallen angels. Too many. Or just enough. Either way, it was like an addiction. The charred eyes of a fallen angel did something to me.

The angel fell and I followed, off the ridge of the mountain, the angel gliding downward on her sharp wings, me torpedoing into my latest crater.

Crash-landing like that takes a toll. Oh, the headaches.

Sure, I touched faces with the most golden eyes. I brushed the feathers of the darkest light. These bruises over my body I believed were the markings of love, for so long I believed this.

I will always have a special place in my heart for the fallen, for those who have sinned and wonder if they can change, for those who rest and rehabilitate behind the great barriers of the heart. I know the shape of their wings well.

But I fly upward now. I have learned how. It begins with emptying one’s chest of all the dead weight. The beauty in flying with another lies in the thing that allows us to rise together:

Trust, again.

Come.

This piece was inspired by a photograph posted by Wine and Words.

14 comments:

  1. I like this. This is one of those posts that speaks to me as if it were from the volumes of my life. To live and to learn is key. However, there is a delicate balance in learning to be a bit more cautious and learning to trust again. I have chased a fallen angel or two and I don't regret it for a minute (maybe just 30 seconds or so. :))

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  2. Hey Tori! Nice to meet you!
    Great Job Ed, as always. I do love this piece.
    Guess I'm waiting on the one that will fall for this fallen angel!
    Sisterly Love,
    D

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  3. and that is why sometimes it is hard to fly again...wonderfully written ed....

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  4. I've cast off lots of dead weight in my life and I like to think I've learned to trust again. These words touched me, Ed.

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  5. Hello Tori.

    Ed, I learned the following review of a writing today, "muscular prose and solid pacing". May I say yours is a muscular feminine prose with rhythmic pacing. I am skeptical but I feel you sincerely want to share your experiences for us to learn the wisdom.

    So, can I invite you over to Live High sometime.

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  6. tori, thanks for hosting this party. you're right about the balance, and for me, it's trusting myself to have that balance. or something like that:)

    love, evolution and resilience, aw shucks. thanks, girl! i admire the road you have traveled. for many of us, we want to say something. you, i believe, simply have things to say. you know, i wanted to plug into this piece that i, of course, am a fallen angel myself and all that, but i just had to pull back and keep it simple. felt it worked better that way.

    brian miller, true that. flying again is scary and years later one realizes one hasn't done it in a while and maybe can't. but we can, i believe, if we really want to. as a friend of mine who has walked a hard road in life says: sometimes these things take time.

    french fancy, casting off the dead weight is a great gift to give ourselves, and it took me my entire life to get that taking care of myself unconditionally leads to richer relationships with everyone in my life. hey, i'm a slow learner.

    ocean girl, i've been to live high and i find myself still thinking of that photograph 'after the storm' last couple days. be there again. thanks for the luv. that's a wonderful description. muchas gracias:)

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  7. Hi Y'all! Thanks for coming by!

    Ed, anytime! It's my pleasure. :)

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  8. Oh, Ed! This was a good one. LOVED it. Think I have a fallen angel in my arms right now ;). Beautifully done.

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  9. The angel fell and I followed, off the ridge of the mountain, the angel gliding downward on her sharp wings...

    ...Sure, I touched faces with the most golden eyes. I brushed the feathers of the darkest light.

    Hmmmmmmm :) Liked these lines. Along with emptying the chest of weight...

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  10. she writes, thanks so much. maybe we're all fallen. and when we realize it and understand how we have fallen, we're less fallen. or something:)

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  11. What a beautiful piece Ed.

    The beauty in flying with another lies in the thing that allows us to rise together:

    Trust, again.

    It's not easy but worth it, I think. Maybe someday I'll try.

    Thanks for having Ed over Tori!

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  12. piedmont writer, thanks so much!

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  13. "Into my latest crater." I love that!

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  14. mama zen, many craters i have created. many. :)

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