You Have a Superpower

Fantasy time…What if you could choose a superpower? It could be anything. What
would it be? Something big or flashy? Something quiet? A secret superpower?
I believe we all have an indestructible Superpower.

If I could choose my superpower, it would be to fly, like a bird. Throughout my life, I’ve
had vivid dreams where I soar above towns, drift over mountaintops, and head down
towards rivers leading to ocean shores, or I just hover high above the ground. In these
dreams, flying is natural, effortless. Then when I wake up, it still feels real, like I
know how to fly! I’m convinced I can do it! It’s such a great feeling.

Sometimes, in the dream, I want someone to see me. I’m floating above shouting,
“Look! Look at me! I’m flying! It’s a miracle!” I want someone to see me up in the sky,
floating in the air. And now, I sit and wonder... why did I want someone to witness me
flying? Did I need validation or proof? Or, did I want to show them, that they could do
it too? “Come on, let’s fly! You can do it too!”
I’m not in full flight from reality or jumping off rooftops. But there was a time when I did
just that. I truly believed I could fly.

When I was five, I wanted to be Mary Poppins so I could sing, make people happy and
fly with an umbrella, of course. When Halloween rolled around, I convinced my mom to
buy me a Mary Poppins costume. I had plans and big ideas. I put that costume on with
pride and confidence. I climbed up onto the roof, opened the umbrella, and with my
brother and his friends cheering me on, I jumped.

I didn’t fly or gracefully float to the ground as planned. Instead, I was shocked and
deeply disappointed when I hit the ground. Luckily, I didn’t break anything. Not my
body, nor my spirit. But I do remember the shame as the older boys laughed at me.
And now, as I look back on that scene and I see a fearless, confident, creative little girl
who only wanted to sing, to fly, a to show others how to do the same. That same little
child remains in me today, unbroken, despite the tumbles and falls of which there have
been plenty.

Even to this day, I believe I can fly. Not like Mary Poppins or the Wicked Witch of the
West, although a flying broomstick would be perfect. But in a way that matters now
more than ever, it’s a kind of inner flight. It’s not a flight from reality, but toward a Higher
One. A reality that is above me as I write. A reality that is peaceful, steady, intelligent,
funny, indestructible.

From my Higher Perspective, I can see storms for what they are. Weather. Noise.
Thunder and Lightning. Distraction. Alerts. Breaking News. These are the things that
pull me out of alignment. But from this Higher Vantage Point, I find calm. Blue Sky. I
find clarity. I find me.

This Higher Perspective is my Superpower. I can practice it anytime, anywhere, in an
instant. It’s my Superpower. And there’s plenty. If you want some, it’s all yours.

Xo Danica