Let’s Go Fly A Kite!

My husband was born and raised in Jamaica.  As a child he and his friends would often make their own toys, like wooden cars with bottle cap wheels, and kites. Using bamboo and newspaper, they built their own flying machines and sent them up with fishing wire.

He’s been trying to share this with the kids, passing on his passion to the next generation. Bamboo isnt readily available here where I live, so he’s had to buy kites. It’s all good, as long as they fly. They enjoy the experience, but I just hang back watching them have fun.

Yesterday that changed. He bought another kite and had me go to the field with him. I must admit I was less than enthused, I couldn’t see the point. I told him he had 10 minutes then I wanted to go back in. He put the kite together, unfurled the tail, attached the string and waited for a good breeze.

And up it went! And it looked pretty….bright coloured tail against a bright blue sky. Fair enough, I thought, seems like fun. Then he gave me the reigns, he handed me the spool of string and I felt the kite jerk, being pulled by a strong current. That’s when it hit me….there’s power in your hands when you hold a kite. When you feel the pull and you let the string out little more by little aaaaannnd STOP!

Now just relax and watch it float, dip, rise. Listen to the rustle of the air moving under and over and around it. Feel the warmth of the sun on your face as you stare straight up, as your kite goes higher and higher in the sky fading as the  distance between it and you increases

We were there for half an hour, and I enjoyed every minute! I get it now, I see why he wants to share this with me and the kids.  There’s a joy kite flying, a harkening back to simpler times. And I highly recommend it.

Thanks for stopping by! 🌸

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About Bella

I've reached my 40's with a few battle scars, but I'm still in one piece so I guess that's something to be thankful for. Married for a long time...well, what passes for long compared to many of my other friends. Almost 20 years. 3 kids: a teen and two tweens. Heaven help me! There's a lot about me to know but I always think that others won't find me interesting, isn't that sad? Writing is my passion. It's an outlet; it's a way to filter my world and the experiences I have. Blogging was a foreign concept to me when it first came out. But I GET IT now. It's therapeutic to unload. It's fun to read about the experiences of others. This is my way of meeting and greeting, overcoming the obstacles of time and distance. My hope is that you will stop and read my blog. That you will enjoy what I have to say, and we can have a chat. You're welcome anytime!
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