I love kites! Do you? I love to watch them soar and spin, sink and rise again. I love their bright colors against the sky. I love the feeling of freedom they elicit, deep within me. I remember making kites as a kid. My dad was pretty good at and we had a few grand kite-fests, back in the day. My husband and I flew them with our kids, and, later, with our grandkids; I often see them floating and dipping along the beaches of our city, especially on windy afternoons.
But here’s the thing about kites: they don’t stick around very long. They don’t know the meaning of the word, ‘remain.’ They’re ephemeral, chimeric, fleeting things. Here for a moment, then gone, until the next time the wind blows. Maybe that’s part of their appeal, I don’t know. But it’s not a exactly exemplary, is it? Here today (for 30 minutes), gone tomorrow!
What does remain? Mostly, I think the things that last are those things that we don’t see with our eyes, but rather understand with our hearts. Things like love, commitment, faithfulness, goodness, joy. And you know what? Those things cause my heart to rise, too. Just like a beautiful kite.
That’s exactly what I need to get for my toy arsenal next spring is a kite. We have an amazing park here in our town with lots of room to fly them. One of my favorite memories is flying kites with my dad, too.
Blessings, Diana!
Kites are a great addition to a toy pile — enjoy!