The careful and careful handling of birds in the air or the garment blowing through the air
Not everything that has wings is actually intended for flying. Some bird species have even forgotten how to fly because they prefer to stay on the ground. People, on the other hand, stand upright on their feet, look up and jump into the air with all their might – only to land firmly on the ground again shortly afterwards. Our arms are not wings carrying us to heavencould, no matter how energetic we beat them. But our thoughts have the ability to fly. With imagination we can take off, feel free and swing high above one’s own being. Thinking independently is a kind of gliding in which the soul floats high in the sky through the power of thoughts.
From the desire for sky heights: aircraft and human courage
If you want to take the air like Icarus, you usually use airplanes, gliders, dragons or balloons. These companions allow us to conquer heaven. The invention of the hot air balloon by the Montgolfier brothers in 1783 was a bold step in aviation history. With a combination of wicker basket, gas bottle, burner, sandbags and ropes, the sky isMany to the place of dreams. Flying in balloons is adventurous, courageous and at the same time fascinating – and shows that you can sometimes fly on the ground when imagination wins.
The desire to fly: From jumping into the unknown
A high jump, a moment of free fall – often one wishes for wings to escape gravity. We “fly” when leaving school, losing a job or dreaming in the evening. We let our thoughts wander, dream of gliding through the air and experience this feeling as a kind of inner flight. Even when you quit or feel when you say goodbyeSome desire to be detached – free and weightless like a bird in heaven. Andrea Berg sings “flying so high with you” and describes the feeling of being very close to heaven, which many people feel.
The fly: A little creature with great symbolic power
A young fly recently sat on my hand and stayed there for hours. She sat on my pen, on my arm, on my shoulder – as if she wanted to accompany me. She licked water, nibbled on crumbs and behaved perfectly. I baptized her Hildegard. After a few hours I carried her out into the garden, where she sat down on my shoulder for a moment before shefinally disappeared. Since this experience, it has been difficult for me to hit or drive away flies – they could be Hildegard or one of their offspring. This little creature became a symbol of the ease and the flying in the mind for me.
A bird: encounter with a special woman
Not only insects and birds fly – sometimes people also take off. I remember a woman who had a deep connection to the air. She loved dresses and skirts that literally flew while turning, and even steered a hot air balloon. Her movements were so graceful that you could watch her for hours. Although she seemed on the ground, she was a being of the air – a real oneflight girl. She literally floated through my life, and I immediately thought: “She’s a bird.” Small but full of motion, with an almost translucent skin and a pointed nose reminiscent of a bird’s beak. She was nimble, pecking and pounding like a wagtail, making bird-like sounds reminiscent of the beeping sound of a chicken.
The chicken Gertrude: An animal artist soul
Once she waited so impatiently when trying on a fitting that we served her faster so as not to let her shoes scratch the floor. She made small vocalizations, similar to my brother’s favorite chicken, Gertrude, called “Hopp, Gertrude”. She was a black laying hen, a loyal companion and almost a little artist. My brother even triedPracticing tricks with her, which, however, remained rather humorous. Gertrud became an integral part of our family, a soul of chicken that will be remembered forever with her style. She was a bit of my first sister-in-law, my brother’s first permanent girlfriend, so to speak.
The bird woman: A being between the ground and the sky
Back to my bird wife: She had a son who had hardly inherited anything from her ease. He was tall, heavy and clumsy, with a wet grip and excessive sweating that made him unattractive. His mother tried to accommodate him, but the boy seemed instantly. With his uncharming behavior, the constant cola drinks and his whining he wasMore of a comic character. His desire for a partner remained unfulfilled, although his mother tried to find a pretty girl. But money, looks or charm didn’t seem to inspire him – he was simply a challenge.
Ballooning: Dreams about everyday life and reality
But sometimes the balloon rides made everyday life easier. Again and again I heard about her travels, about the ease of flying, which she experienced while floating over meadows and forests. One day she gave me a balloon ride for my birthday and I reluctantly agreed. The flight started late, but soon we were floating in the air. The feeling was magic: The wind, thatThe burner’s rushing, the view – everything felt like flying, although we were only floating in a big balloon. As I was floating up, I thought, “Here I’m free.” My gift, the handmade skirt, became a symbol of flying and lightness at this moment.
The farewell and the flying art
When the balloon ride came to an end, I handed over the self-sewn skirt to my bird woman. She was thrilled, but the wind was wearing the skirt – flying away, dancing in the sky. It was a moment of happiness, but also full of farewell. Maybe the skirt landed on a meadow, maybe it disappeared forever. If someone finds him and hangs in the closet, you know: It was aMasterpiece, fallen from the sky like a modern Ikarus who said goodbye at the moment of flying – feeling that everything can be fine as long as one is dreaming.
