My first journal entry on LJ, November 5, 2005
Friday, August 11, 2006
There is a special feeling of freedom that I feel when I have my sail rigged *just so* and the wind gusts behind me and catches in the sail and we fly over the water. It's not only the flying, but the knowing that I'm the captain of my own boat, that I may go where I wish ... explore my bit of the Charles River freely. That I learned how to sail for myself, for my own pleasure; that I took time from my studies to go outside and savor being under the wide open sky, so close to the water...
And those words are in my head, "grant me wings, that I might fly...". A verbal representation of that sunny, windy, thrilling moment.
Also, an expression of *myself*, of the person who I would be. I see her so clearly sometimes, smiling, strong, graceful. She has long hair that flows behind her, that swirls when she moves and dances. She has seen the joy that is life and lives to embrace it... she is not afraid to be herself.