My brave friend Sheila gifted this to me today. Halfway through my watching, I realized I wasn’t breathing.
I am a skywalker, bravely out on that wing with the earth fall ever present beneath me, repairing the tire to avoid a crash.
My daughters are skywalkers, going through school, friends, parents, body, culture minefields everyday, with courage.
My students skywalk into my classroom everyday, feeling deployment around the next bend, walking a mile to the bus stop pushing a baby in a stroller-holding the hand of a toddler, sweating out the money for their next meal or living arrangements, hands shaking because they haven’t been in a classroom for years.
You are a skywalker, taking on this life on a planet in a body with thoughts.
We look each other in the eye and recognize what we share out here on the wings, in the wind, with a mission to breath and be. We take on a body and feel the exhilaration of that dreaded fall from the sky: in our thoughts, in our muscles, in our jaws, in our spines, in our eyes, in our ears, in our dreams.
So strange it is that there is no sky, there is no ground, there is no fall, and there is no body to be hurt.
Exhale.
Life as Improv 