Wednesday’s W is for WINGS

Chicken wings, angel wings, airplane wings or butterfly wings.

Money has wings, and so do our dreams.  People give us wings, or cut them off.

We spread our wings, we break our wings, we fly with our own wings and we use them to soar.  Wings make us accomplish bigger things, dream bigger dreams, think bigger thoughts.

 But wings need wind.

In the movie Beaches, Bette Midler performs a powerful song called “You are the wind beneath my wings.”  In it is this wonderful line: I can fly higher than an eagle, for you are the wind beneath my wings.”

Every time I hear her sing, my heart is stirred and I remember that there are people in my life who have indeed given me the guts to fly; people who have been the wind beneath my wings, who have given me the oomph necessary to go past where I thought I could go.

My son Daniel is one of those.

When I thought I could not go on any more training for my one and only marathon, he decided he was going to run it with me.  And then we actually ran it and he stuck by me for 26.2 very slow, cold miles.  He was strength for my weary legs, lungs and mainly mind.  He facilitated my “I did it!”

He truly was the wind beneath my wings.

What about you?  Has anyone ever been the wind beneath your wings?  Let’s hear about it!

Linking up with Marital Oneness

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15 comments

  1. Barb, beautiful post.
    Sometimes the wind is brutal. Pushing me up the hill, down the path I’m reluctant to travel but must to get to my destination. Often the wind comes from my husband in times like these, or a place deep within myself. Other times it’s a gentle breeze floating on the laughter of my girls who don’t know that they propel me onward. Or else it may be the lovely dancing of the trees with air that is not seen that may come from my mother or other women of strength in my life.
    Maureen

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