As She Swung Through The Air
As the air wooshed by her, she knew she would always love being high above everyone else. Living the circus life was a generational thing, her father taught her, his father before him, his father before him and so on ...
She never understood the feeling within her to be up so high, but the need to fly was in her bones. It was a feeling of pure freedom.
After her father died from that terrible fall last winter she never thought she'd be able to get up there again, but she did.
On the day of her return the entire audience clapped for her, the first standing ovation that brought her to tears.
They say the life of a trapeze artist is like living amongst that angels, and most days she felt that way.
Life on the road didn't afford much in the way of a family, but she hoped she'd meet someone someday to carry on the family tradition.
The other day she met someone right after practice, he was a visitor from the area he followed her out that night and she agreed to dinner. He seemed okay, but that was the life of hopping from one town to another.
He tried calling her a few times, but she didn't heave the heart to return the sentiment. Maybe someday, for now it was her and her swing ... flying high in the air.
My five minute timer ended here ...
Thank you for stopping by to read my blog. I’m a First Nation member of the Hopi & Apache Native American tribes, Medicine Woman in training, first time blogger since November 2017, right here on Steemit, paralegal, researcher, and writer based in the Mountains of Colorado, USA. I work closely with fellow planktons and minnows in a few groups by helping them adjust to Steemit and curate quality content. I’m especially interested in finding others who love natural medicine originating from ancient practices, gold and silver, energy work, and the spirit world. If that’s you, please say hello!
See you soon, @eaglespirit