That Flying Feeling


In this post I was wanting to capture the feeling of learning to fly for ourselves. We are untangling, we are, in bits and pieces, letting go of what we thought was true about ourselves and grasping on to something new, something better. These moments of growth, these little steps, are not so small… Allowing ourselves to see a bit clearer, stepping into the freedom of being more of our true selves each day, choosing to live in the truth even though others may find it hurtful, can feel like leaping across a crevice… There is tremendous courage in these moments.

In an excellent fantasy series by George R.R. Martin (the first book entitled A Game of Thrones), Bran is a curious, adventurous young boy who loves to climb as high as he can, whether it’s in the trees or all along the tops of the castle. But one day he is intentionally pushed from a high castle window, falling far to the ground and becoming physically crippled. Just before he wakes up for the first time, after weeks of being asleep, he has this dream. It struck a deep chord with me and I’d like to share it with all of you. In every moment, we move farther along our miraculous journey. With love ~Carla

It seemed as though he had been falling for years… Fly, a voice whispered in the darkness, but Bran did not know how to fly, so all he could do was fall. The ground was so far below him he could barely make it out through the grey mists that whirled around him, but he could feel how fast he was falling. The ground was closer now… He wanted to cry.

Not cry. Fly.

“I can’t fly,” Bran said. “I can’t, I can’t…”

How do you know? Have you ever tried?

The voice was high and thin. Bran looked around to see where it was coming from. A crow was spiraling down with him, just out of touch, following him as he fell. “Help me,” he said.

I’m trying, the crow replied…

The crow took to the air and flapped around Bran’s hand.

“You have wings,” Bran pointed out.

Maybe you do too.

Bran felt along his shoulders, groping for feathers.

There are different kinds of wings, the crow said…

Bran was falling faster than ever. The grey mists howled around him as he plunged toward the earth below. “What are you doing to me?” he asked the crow, tearful.

Teaching you how to fly.

“I can’t fly!”

You’re flying right now.

“I’m falling!”

Every flight begins with a fall, the crow said. Look down.

“I’m afraid…”


Bran looked down , and felt his insides turn to water. The ground was rushing up at him now. The whole world was spread out below him, a tapestry of white and brown and green. He could see everything so clearly that for a moment he forgot to be afraid. He could see the whole realm and everything in it…

“Can a man still be brave if he’s afraid?” he heard his own voice saying, small and far away. And his father’s voice replied to him. “That is the only time a man can be brave.”

Now, Bran, the crow urged. Choose. Fly or die.

Bran spread his arms and flew.

Wings unseen drank the wind and filled and pulled him upward. The terrible needles of ice receded below him. The sky opened up above. Bran soared. It was better than climbing. It was better than anything.

*Please note, this passage is taken from pages 160 to 163. Though it is quoted word for word, I have left some parts out to facilitate easier reading!*

Categories : Freedom & Wholeness



It is scary how you read what is going on with us. We’ll be blogging about it later, but in therapy today we made just a huge connection. In the parable of the man the tigers cliff and the strawberry that was the best fruit he’d ever eate n we were for whatever reason able to hear T say tha the tigers don’t exist and our fear of them is preventing us from getti ng to the berry. It’s there, it’s what now is, Present.

For the first time we actually get this. The tigers aren’t there. Wowza. We can so clearly see ourselves just now, the whole deck of unnecessary cards. Flying. Just flap, right? When you are frightened havethe guts to flap.

I am getting familiar with how it works now. T will have to tell me this fifty times until everybody in here believes it. There is bound to be bounceback coming. But right now, at this moment, we get Present. We are beginning to get that just maybe there is a point to all this strife.

Scary how you write what’s up w/us. Maybe nexttime you’re going to write let us know, save a ton of time. Thanks yet again

As we say, it’s scary how your writing reflects what is happ


Hi Splinteredones~ Wow- you are making some big connections and I feel really excited for you. “The tigers don’t exist and our fear of them is preventing us from getting to the berry”~ that’s a cool image to work with… It is very true. Thanks for sharing it because it inspires me too! It’s true, we often need to hear the truth over and over until it truly feels real to us. But it will happen!!



Learning to fly in your story is so much like having the courage and speaking out about the abuse for the first time. You question yourself. You doubt yourself. Should I speak out? Should I continue in the silence? So much fear. Am I falling or am I flying? Just a slight difference of perspective and it can make all the difference in the world to you and to another person who is still in the abuse and blessed by your speaking out.


Patricia, thanks again for sharing more of your insights! I really like how you expressed that- how it can be a slight difference but make all the difference. It is a very cool thing that as we learn to fly ourselves, others will also be inspired to take flight too. Hugs to you!

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