This post is long overdue for a number of reasons. It has been almost a month since my last post. I have let my blog go stale. This event happened weeks ago. So many number of quality potential posts have come and gone since I flew this kite. That being said there is no time like the present to go back to basics, to put the fingers on the keyboard, to explore the creative juices. It’s like riding a bike…no actually it’s like flying a kite.
Ever since I was a little kid I had a fascination with kites. I can’t say that I flew a lot of kites in my youth or that I was very good at it. There were a lot of trees around my house. A good number of power lines. And I was a bit of a Charlie Brown. I am sure that I lost at least a few kites out in the distance over my front yard downed in the trees or the stream that ran behind the Dudley’s house across the street. But I was resilient! I would go back to the drawing board with my 79 cent Ben Franklin five and dime diamond kite until it broke, the string broke or it went down in flames.
Adulthood brings new opportunities though right? A bigger budget. A longer string. More open fields. I started buying premium kites in my 20s and I flew them high and I flew them with brazen confidence. I suspect I bought a few kites at least that were over $30 each and I would be interested for a few months and then forget about them for years. It’s a fairly repeating pattern in my life. Bonsai trees, rollerblading, painting, bourbon, Capoeria, photography or whatever. I can find an unlimited number of ways to spend money on a passing fancy. Then there are a few things that become a part of you that never really go away even if they pass into a dormant zone at times. Lucky for me that martial arts and yoga have remained constants for almost 20 years now. And then there is kite flying. I used to fly my old broken down delta kite on the New Buffalo beach once or twice a summer over the last ten years but I had really not been bitten by the kite flying bug in full force for a number of years until last month.
On a perfect Sunday I went out and had lunch with my Mom. We talked about life and some really cool things that are coming up in the ensuing year, and then she said “would you like to go and see the kite show at Naperville Neuqua Valley High School?” It was about 80 degrees and very breezy and I was like Charlie Brown ready to finally kick that football, fly that kite, kiss that little redheaded girl. Um yes!!!
What I discovered was that my love of the flying arts was just as passionate as it had ever been. I saw kites that spanned 100 feet in length. I saw kids of all ages enjoying the Zen like art of floating in the heavens in their dreams. I heard a group of high school kids playing steel drums. And I once again fell in love with something so simple that paper string and a stiff breeze can reach near nirvana like states. I bought a kite, or rather my Mom bought me a kite. The best kite I’ve ever owned! A 72 inch wingspan delta with three 9 foot tails. I wanted to fly it right away but 48 years of time on this planet has actually taught me that the best things in life are better anticipated for a while before realized. I waited all week and then on a perfect spring afternoon I returned to New Buffalo beach in Michigan and launched this amazing piece of art high into the sky over thousands of beach goers and a few very special friends. There are some moments in a persons life that transcend one’s highest expectations. This was definitively one of them!
What can I say. I’m a lucky Charlie Brown. I’ve foiled Lucy and kicked that damn football. I’ve flown that kite. And I’ve even kissed the little redheaded girl. It’s a good life Charlie Brown!