‘STEPPING OFF ON A WING AND A PRAYER’ Stoneware Sculpture by Kayti Sweetland Rasmussen
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REGRET: Definition: An uncomfortable condition often caused by our own actions.
Sometimes we need to stop and think before we take a leap of faith.
Life isn’t always as it seems, and it isn’t the fall that may hurt you—it’s the landing and the irreversible outcome of our own actions which cause regret.
APPRECIATION: Definition: Thankfulness for the help of others. (Sometimes slow in coming.)
Should we tell this little pilot that she is missing a wing??
What matters is not what you see, but what you think you see.
Pachofa-Unfinished 
Great insightful article
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She reminds me of the “wing-walkers” of the early aviation era. Also: the maple leaf seeds that fell during my midwestern autumns. If both “wings” were present, the seeds would twirl and fly beautifully. Only one? CLUNK! to the ground.
Your last line reminds me of my favorite quotation from Anais Nin. “We see things not as they are, but as we are.” Isn’t that just the truth!
I’m just slightly nervous about the context for this post. I hope you’re not our “fallen angel”!
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Ha Ha! No, you can’t get rid of me that easily. But there was a warning message in the post. I wish I had a better photo of the sculpture. It was in a show, and sold so quickly I never had time to get a better record. I have never seen (or noticed maple leaf seeds. They sound lovely, and great fun for a child to watch. Children can be so amused by the things in nature we never notice. We used to make whistles and scissors out of a certain kind of grass where I lived. I’m still intrigued by your little gold heart necklace. Yes, it would be in the same era as mine. What a coincidence.
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When I was seven, I had a girl playmate, also seven. I married her in the shed and then we practised flying, waving our arms about in various ways, never quite mastering the art.
I nailed two planks together to make a plane, but that didn’t work either.
Then she flew off to Switzerland and I never heard of her again.
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For a long time she probably flew only when she thought no one else was watching.
When I was ten, I climbed out a second story window and sailed out into the day. That didn’t work either.
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I remember in engineering school we looked at how fast humans would have to flap their arms to fly. Theoretically it’s possible. Requires about 180 flaps per second. Give it a go!
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I did that very thing when I was 10 when I jumped from a second story window. I didn’t flap fast enough though.
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