Our pond started out with 3 goldfish and 2 koi. We are down to 2 and 2 with no sign ever of the one who lost the battle. As I watch them I have discovered that what looks so blissful is simply a matter of survial to them. I can't help but wonder how much of our lives look like that to the rest of the world?
What does that have to do with flying a kite?" In my case, maybe everything. I haven't flown a kite since I was 10 or 11 and even then I can not add kite "Flying" to my list of accomplishments because I can't say that I was ever really successful at it. My sister and I would go down to the empty field between our house and the hospital and we would fly our kites. The scenario always played out like this; Liz would instantly launch her kite into the sky where it would float and dive, dive and float forever, literally, since one time I had to run and get the neighbor guy to bring her kite down and even he couldn't get it. They finally cut it loose and let it go. I, on the other hand, would run back and forth across the field trying to get my kite to catch even the tiniest gust to no avail. My sister would come and hand me her beautifully soaring kite and then proceed to set mine afloat. When she would return from launching mine I would be standing there with her kite in my hands because the moment she passed it off to me it would begin it's desent. We would trade kites back and forth, back and forth. I can't believe she never got sick of doing that for me.