This image of my son’s grounded kite reminds me that the wind can be a fickle friend, especially when one depends on its strength.
Sometimes, we soar, sustained by its strength as it lifts us higher and higher. And at other times, the wind stops and we plummet impotently to the ground.
We must remember not to let the disdain of being grounded blind us to the beauty at ground level. Sometimes we need to lay helpless and humbled to gain a better perspective of the landscape that we yearn to view from the heights. For whether we lay on the ground or soar above it in the wind, it is our source to which we will soon return.
Photo taken with a Nikon D40x in San Dimas, CA. Post in Capture NX2.