It is a sad thing when you loose your kite on its very first flight.
To loose something you have so much hope for and so much joy is yet to be had- then it goes, off to its own beat, off to its own wind. The kites that fly higher than the rest have the greatest chance of being lost, the winds are stronger and the sky is closer. The endlessness is within reach. When I fly my kites, when I put my hopes up into the air I want them to fly higher than they could have ever imagined. I want them to have the freedom of height, to be able to dive deep and soar high. And if one day my all gets caught in the wind and leaves, at least I know it was the open sky that took them.
So what do I do when the string has snapped and my hopes and joys have gone? It used to be with tears and anger that I would go on my way, but I have begun to string up new hopes and joys- let them fly once again. Each time with a honest determination to be braver than before, to let out a little more string. There is a desire in me that for one time when I let out the string that kite will dance and soar, dive and glide with amazing grace and courage. Eventually it will fall, not out of necessity but out of desire that one day it will be let out again. The kite will come home with me, my hopes and joys will rest, not leaving my side, not breaking their string but realizing we are made for one another, made so each of us can fly.
