(Video link here.) “Something opens our wings”, wrote Rumi, the perfect words for this lovely video that took us soaring with joy through the Azores, France, Brazil…

Reading Loic Le Meur’s description of paragliding in Medium, we turned the music off to imagine the quiet:

Flying like a bird is a dream. There is no engine, no noise, only you and a wing. You can climb and stay in the air for hours with no other power than the wind on ridge soaring or thermals.


Not finding the perfect poem, we forged a haiku from Basho and Shiki:

Journey´s end –
corners of this 
floating world, swept.


Thanks Susan!

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