Discarded Wings

She made broken look beautiful and strong look invincible. She walked with the Universe on her shoulders and made it look like a pair of wings.” – Ariana Dancu

Against faded brick, the cardboard wings lay abandoned, no longer gracing unknown shoulders, the feathers in colours of stop-sign red and navy blue wilting underneath the still smoky sky.

The days of unrelenting smoke and August deep heat number in the double digits now with only one night of rain on the way to wash the taste of woodsmoke from our mouths. I’m still seeking fresher air at our local library where I can find the A/C on and just next to it, disappear into the cool sanctuary of my weekly yoga class, small respites against the ever growing reality of climate change. Even the tourists are struggling to find the spectacular postcard views promised them, their cameras capturing only stagnant, grey haze.

Thankfully, the rain did fall that night, breaking up a stretch of dry days fuelling all those fires up country – the sound of heavy raindrops hitting our bedroom window as I read my book soothing my parched soul and I knew come morning there would be fresh air to breathe, mountains to gaze upon and a cobalt sea to marvel at once again, a reminder  to not take the “super natural” vibes of our beautiful city for granted.

There is still a threat of more smoke to come and I find myself drawn to the leafy green spaces that cross my path on my daily travels, the coolness welcoming me into a sylvan embrace. Despite this, it cannot shut out the image of those wayward wings, a symbol of how eager we are to discard our light as feather appendages and accept the status quo, abandoning our authentic selves for the face of a stranger, no longer recognizing ourselves in the mirror – making me realize it’s time to pick up those battered wings, shake off the dust and wear them upon my shoulders vowing to never abandon them again.

A stunning feathered headdress on display at the Museum of Anthropology (Vancouver, B.C.).

A group of colourful Indigenous carvings depicting winged creatures from nature at the Museum of Anthropology (Vancouver, B.C.).

Another beautiful feathered piece on display at the Museum of Anthropology (Vancouver, B.C.).

A beautiful carving depicting an eagle and man by the late artist, Bill Reid on display at the Museum of Anthropology (Vancouver, B.C.).

The subject of this post (being authentic and unafraid to wear our wings) came as a request from my Mom, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

 

 

 

 

About anotetohuguette

I'm currently blogging from the beautiful West Coast city of Vancouver, British Columbia - a vibrant city by the sea, surrounded by mountains and a very unique urban forest.
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29 Responses to Discarded Wings

  1. markmkane says:

    Wow Kimberlee, this was really amazing. For the first part of your post, I felt as though I was experiencing the heat and trying to find solace within the confines of the cool library. And when you talked about the rain finally giving you a respite from the heat gave me a sense of relief. But the best part was the ending where you talk about how we as a society are quick to shed our true selves just to fit in and a few fortunate ones gain self introspection and realize we need to get back to being ourselves in order to live. Great pictures as well! Sorry for getting too wordy on my comment. Looking forward to your next post!

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    • Never worry, I’m glad my post was able to take you on a journey or two – I love it when some random object or image starts the creative juices flowing, it’s a real joy! Thank you as ever for leaving such lovely comments!

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  2. michnavs says:

    This is again and as always one of your posts filled with so much depthness and wisdom..i used to work in a library befor becoming a teacher and oh how i missed the smell of the books.and how i enjoyed reading instead of taking my break …you reminded me them once again…

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  3. I love your quote. It is quite beautiful like your post. I got back to my yoga class today after a two week break and it was such a joy.

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  4. Shirley Ross says:

    Mich: I really loved this from my daughters hand/soul. I have been increasingly aware of people in groups, crowds. Yelling, violent, not being their authentic selves, but going with the moment, in fear,not being able to be. Have the same problem, as I heal, I find I must be who I used to be, busy, cooking, walking, shopping, and not give up, push forward the best I can, and be true to me. I must grab those wings and fly.

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  5. YOSSEF JOHN says:

    wish i have this talent too!

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  6. Beautiful writing with deep wisdom and a sense of peace in the green spaces beyond the smoke and fire of the human world. I love the metaphor of wearing our wings. ❤

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  7. This is supposed to be the link to “broken wings” by Mister, Mister.

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  8. The rains must have been such a relief. Just hope that the smoke does not touch your beautiful green world.

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  9. I’m guessing you can imagine how much I’m enthralled by this offering…your unmistakably gorgeous writing style paired with a soulful message about the reclamation of one’s authenticity…doesn’t get any better, my dear and deep friend. You never fail to make my heart beam…thanks for sharing 🙂

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