Yesterday I flew an $8 kite in my backyard. It didn't come with string, so I had to find something in the house, and it needed a tail, so I had to make one. It was a delight trying to make it fly. And fly it did: very high.
There is something in a human being, or maybe just in me, that rejoices when flying a kite. There is something about when it goes up, and up, and up...that makes me deep-down happy. It connects with that thing in me that is always looking upward. That may have been the best $8 I have ever spent, and certainly the cheapest therapy.
It also occurred to me when it took a nose dive in the neighbor's yard that only optimists fly kites. It took some inventive creativity, a little time, and it didn't' go up right away. But the initial investment paid great dividends. My kite Flew. I didn't care what the neighbors thought, and I ignored Steve's incredulous looks while he mowed the lawn, or how it looked when the first string I found broke and my kite floated half-way into the neighboring corn-field and it took me a good 15 minutes of searching to retrieve it.
Flying my kite was a kind of special, private satisfaction that spread. Shortly after my kite was high above our house I saw another colorful kite ...appear ...across the way.
I had inspired someone else to fly.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g89NxTTycxc
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