“We can change the world if we change ourselves. We just need to get hold of the old patterns of thinking and dealing with things and start listening to our inner voices and trusting our own superpowers.” Nina Hagen
Can you fly? Come on, this is a serious question. I ask because I can fly. Yep, you read it here. I can fly, or at least, at the tender age of 4, I believed I could fly. I clambered up the balcony railings of the second floor of our home, called out to my mom who was tending her garden below, spread my arms wide and asked her if she’d like to watch me fly down into her garden. My poor mother was mortified; she yelled at my sister to pull me off the railings, shouted at me to step back, and threatened to wring my neck. My sister, who was just a year older than me, was petrified. Not knowing what to do, she screamed at me to get off the balcony railing and stop pretending to be some shitface heroine in a fake, flying cape. I ignored her.
With both hands, I held on to the railings to steady myself. I was in a crouched position and ready for take off. My mother was yelling with all her might determined to get me back in the house. I, on the other hand, was determined to prove to my mother that flying was easy. In my naiveté, I probably thought: Why argue with mere humans, limited by their own fears, when innately I know flying is a breeze? I mean, most people fly in their dreams anyway and with virtual reality an ubiquitous part of our technological advances, what’s not to love? You put those crazy goggles on and, without the help of any psychedelic potions, you are off and floating into the ether. So, who was going to stop this day dreaming child who believed in fairies, angels and the occasional unicorn in a plaid vest? I took a deep breath, spread my
wings arms boldly and floated into the air…
“When you’re writing about superpowers, you’re writing about power. When you’re writing about immortals, you’re writing about mortality.” Margaret Stohl
Is flying like crossing the street? Heck no! Unless, you are trying to jump from one high rise building to another, like a Law & Order detective, chasing after criminals in cop shows set in NY. But, then again, there might be some relevance to the question if you are thinking about crossing over to the other side; figuratively and literally. Ha! But, I digress… Anyway, so I closed my eyes, crossed my heart and floated away. The next thing I remember was hearing voices in my ears as I gained back consciousness … and what was left of my common sense. My mother smacked me gently across the face, asking me if I was alright. Obviously! There I was, spreadeagled on her flowering shrubs, saved from instant death by her shrubbery! I was alive and fortunate to live to tell the tale. Yeah, laugh all you want. Just don’t recommend it to your kids. Real heroes have their feet planted solidly on the ground. They don’t need a fake cape or a fantasy to be courageous. Now, where did my broomstick go again? Ciao.
This post was inspired by a Daily Post prompt – Crossing, and a Discover Challenge prompt: Superpower — Today, your challenge is to depict your superpower in the medium of your choice. Your superpower might be putting the kids to bed with aplomb, speed, and grace. It could be whipping up dinner for 20 and not breaking a sweat. It could be a special knack for pottery, fixing flat tires, or soothing fussy infants. What is it that you do, that no one does as well as you? That’s your superpower. If you’re bereft of special skills, imagine the skill you wish you had.
Poets might write an ode to their superpower. Photographers and visual artists might depict the creative costume worn when the moment to be mighty strikes. Musicians might compose a theme song to celebrate their gift.
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Positive Motivation Tip: Let your imagination soar.