Flying Free
The wind was blowing with a gust, as I unloaded my art supplies and canvas from the trunk. It was difficult to hold onto the canvas as the wind swirled around me like it would lift me in flight. Overhead I hear the sound of a jet airplane. I look up and seeing the plane climb higher and higher, the blowing wind and the sounds of the jet engines jog my memories. I am thinking about how much I miss flying and airplanes.
So many places, so many people, so many experiences racing in my mind at the speed of a jet.
As I enter the studio, this one memory penetrated my thoughts: In 1970 I began to wear a POW bracelet made of stainless steel, engraved with the rank, name and loss date of an American serviceman captured during the Vietnam War. Praying daily for his return and hoping that I would be able to give it to him or his family when he returned. (I will not reveal his name to protect his privacy.)
It was an ordinary day in April 1973, on a non-eventful flight standing at the airplane door greeting and welcoming passengers on board. The agent had informed me that we would be taking home one of our servicemen who had been a prisoner in Vietnam. He and his wife would be boarding last. The image of this man was difficult to process as he walked slowly onto the plane. He was so thin and frail and I found myself wiping away tears.
During flight I approached him; trying not to draw attention as this was his wish. I thanked him for his service. I shared about wearing a POW bracelet and the back story about how the bracelet program began. I showed him my bracelet and said,” I hope one day to give it to him or send it to his family.”
He spoke so softly that I could barely understand…..this is what he said “You can give it to me that is my name on your bracelet”. Tears of joy flowing from our eyes….
Our reunion was short as the plane landed and he continued on his journey home. This rare encounter shall forever be one that filled my heart with compassion placing me on holy ground.
Time to put earbuds in and select a playlist……
Rarely do I know what I will paint and what the finished piece will look like, I take this memory and my love of flying and let the process begin.
Standing at the easel I swipe the you-tube app and begin to listen to “Leaving on a Jet Plane” by Peter, Paul and Mary: https://youtu.be/Qc-7SnMnX78 .
Such freedom I feel when flying on a jet plane. This accidental artist begins mixing colors and choosing the brushes and the palette knife, I move the paint covered brush across the canvas like a dancer gliding across the floor, interpreting the music.
All these memories of flying take over and the painting reveals my soul of how free I feel and how blessed and thankful for all the years that jet airplanes took me into flight to… Beautiful and faraway places to many to name.
Even though my wings are clipped and I no longer stand at an airplane door greeting passenger/customers, the freedom of flight never completely escapes me.
As my playlist changes, this song begins “I Will Lift You Up on Eagles Wings” https://youtu.be/4rRea9qnjK4 . I am reminded of one of my favorite scriptures….
“The Lord is the everlasting God, the creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary and his understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” Isaiah 40: 28-31
Be free to fly with the wind lifting you to higher thoughts. Be the incredible, amazing , gifted you. You are unique. Your fingerprints, your voice and your DNA is yours alone.
With a grateful heart I thank everyone who has crossed my path on a jet plane or anywhere else for your presence is a gift I treasure.
Blessings,
Martha
PS I find it interesting that somehow I was hired as a Delta Stewardess/ Flight Attendant and wore the wings for almost 36 years; During the 1960’s and the present the experts say: It is easier to get into Harvard than to be hired as a Delta Flight Attendant…..flying high was a dream that came true and changed my world forever…..
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