Moving the Clouds
This morning when I went to wake up Tin by kissing him, he said, “Stop it, I already got my kisses from my girlfriend.” His girlfriend calls him Rainbow Dash and is the reason why he started watching My Little Pony. I thought Rainbow Dash was a boy, but turns out he’s a girl. What do I know?
Today, Tin brought Rainbow Dash to me while I read him a story [a friend sent me her manuscript to read]. He said that Rainbow Dash flies through the air and moves all the clouds away – whoosh whoosh whoosh. Interesting, I said, because there are lots of clouds out there today.
He showed me Rainbow Dash’s cutie mark and said that maybe he has that cutie mark because of his special ability to move clouds. Seems like it, I said.
I was going to get a cutie mark (aka tattoo) when I turned 50, but I couldn’t decide where or what exactly, and at that time I wasn’t aware of what my special powers were because I was going through so much change – losing my mother, adopting my son, on my way out of a company that I had helped build, and about to start giving up the dream house that I built.
If I had to get a cutie mark now, it would most likely be a symbol of resilience like my friend who got the lotus blossom after the 2005 Federal Flood or others who inked the Phoenix onto their skin. I remember sitting in a restaurant with my brother and a friend, and my friend said, “Kids are so resilient.” I was 20 something and didn’t know what that word meant. Resilience. Try again.
It’s a human thing.
I have learned resilience means being able to move clouds and experiencing moments where in the blink of an eye you catch the sun, you catch the moon, you catch a star, you catch the sea pale vast blueness and its brilliance, you catch your breath, you catch your blessing, you catch your heart, you catch your dream, you set free your spirit and all its glory.
It’s still cloudy outside right now, but I know a lot about resilience and so I’m cool, I also learned how to wait.