The Tethering of Thoughts

I have three kites. And hey, if you have a $1 kite you have to use it. So I did. Why is Sexsmith not hosting global kite flying competitions? Is there a more consistently windy place on the planet? After flying the kite with my daughter, I quickly scribbled down "Kite Flying" on my list of Hobbies-I'd-Like-to-Get-Into-But-Realistically-Never-Will. It was right below "Spelunking" and "Surfing". What I enjoy the most about flying a kite is the struggle of harnessing something wild. Training the kite to do what it's supposed to rather than flail around frantically, dive-bombing innocent children like an Avatarian bird of prey. Albeit, I might be exaggerating here concerning my $1 kites...but the thrill of sky fishing has recently illustrated a desire of mine. The tethering of my thoughts. Thought's, both brilliant and stupid, come and go. They fly haphazardly within our minds, careening this way and that, sometimes close enough to touch, but only for seconds it seems, as they swoop and climb higher and higher, drifting out of sight/mind. They are wild, like kites without strings. But this tethering I'm describing is not a domesticating of our thoughts, our attempt to reshape them. Rather, it's the enabling or allowing of our thoughts to reshape us. And in order for that to happen, we need to hold on to our thoughts. We need to be the connecting point between the sky of transcendent ideas and the earth of reality and living. In our hands holding tightly to those thoughts that would escape us and be lost forever, and our feet being grounded in the dirt of life and time. That is the purpose of this blog: to give substance to our thoughts. To give them more than a fleeting moment. To test our thoughts in the arena of experience. To discern, holding on to what is true and cutting loose what is false. Let us encourage one another as we stand together, enjoying the struggle of flying kites.