Kites Flying High
and the Weeds From the Mind Garden.
This week we have been flying kites. A first attempt in the tiny garden, excitement and endeavour but not enough space for the wind to catch the kites; on the large expanse of sand at low tide, with all the open space and occasional curious dog saying hello; on a field on the cliff top beside picnickers and paragliders, my children have mastered kite flying.
I have enjoyed launching the kites skywards, mending them with sticky tape and scissors, space and air and clouds and sea and green and more space and beautiful views of water and the tangible freshness of the elements; tugging the strings, helping the kites stay up - not that they needed much help:
My daughter standing still, commanding the wind with the kite or the kite with the wind and it stayed up there, tiny, billowing at the end of its string, until I stepped in to reel it in - which took some time. We watched it grow in size as it reluctantly returned.
My son running along with his owl kite flying behind, leading it along like it is real. His pure delight at a successful flight. Until it returns to the ground with a crash, and I have to sit him down to be untangled from string and velcro sandals, giggling and ready to fly again.
Both approaches are fun. Which is the point of flying the kite.
The curiosity to see what happens when the string is at its maximum length. The belief that it will work, the kite will fly. The satisfaction that anything is possible, because if the kite won’t fly so high then why have so much string?
The imagination of leading an owl, the safety in knowing if you become tangled you can be untangled. That you can try again, and again. It is not a failure, it is a game. Fun.
The oldest kite image comes from Indonesia around 9000BC. A paper kite is recorded as being used as a message in a rescue mission in China in 549AD.
Benjamin Franklin published an account of a kite experiment to prove that lightning was caused by electricity In 1752.
Kites have much traditional and historical significance as well as practical and spiritual uses in many parts of the world.
Which leads me to this week's challenge:
Following on from last week’s activity around thoughts, this week is about beliefs. Beliefs are created from repeated thought patterns and we don’t have to subscribe to them if we don’t want to. Like social media accounts and email lists, we can unfollow them; unsubscribe. Delete.
To do this we have to know that they are there.
Identify a belief you hold about yourself and or your life or current circumstances, one you would prefer not to have. Maybe it has become apparent from the thought you weeded out in last week's activity, Maybe it has been there for a while or it has manifested during lockdown.
Create a kite. As usual there are no limits or expectations. You can make one from silk or print it out from the internet. A line drawing is fine as is one cut out from paper. It can be big enough to fly or the size of a stamp. Maybe origami is your thing or you get 3D with an empty cardboard box. It is totally up to you and however you choose to do it will be perfect.
Attach your belief to the kite. You can do this symbolically, metaphorically; write it in marker pen or speak it aloud to the kite. Draw a picture of it in your mind or on the kite itself. Write it on a bow and attach to the strings or depict it in code that only you know. All of it works.
Imagine your kite at the end of its string, or being pulled along in the meteorological currents.
Soaring so high above you, buffeted so much by the elements that your belief is whipped away and dissolved on the wind never to return. Say goodbye to this belief, thank it for showing up but let it know with kindness that you don’t need it anymore.
Bring your kite back to you, refreshed and clean and ready for a new belief that will help you to get where you actually want to go.
Last week's challenge.
I found myself noticing ideas I held about myself, my life and perceived limitations. I questioned them and reframed them. Some are superfluous, others more intense, but I’m aware of a shift and an opening into other possibilities.
There is a memory of beliefs I once held but have released over time. I hadn’t expected this. These beliefs slip away without saying goodbye so I don’t even notice they are gone. This is encouraging evidence that the ideas which can feel so entrenched in us can tiptoe out of our lives and maybe we can’t quite put our finger on what is different, but it definitely feels better.
Have a lovely week,