Once upon a time, a long time ago, there lived an adventurous young girl with a beautiful multi-colored set of wings and a tender soul. Her name was Alair. She loved to soar over fields out to the very edge of land. Alighting on the ocean cliffs, she reveled in the sweet scented breeze and salty mist of the crashing waves. Then she would jump off, catch an updraft and soar over the sea with the birds. Actually no one is really sure if she had wings. Perhaps they just assumed that, since they saw her flying so often. Maybe it was the magical cape Alair's grandmother made for her that those on the ground took for wings. But wings or cape, soar she did.

As she grew, Alair became concerned about the realms she was exploring and the actions of their inhabitants . She felt the people were frequently so involved in their day to day lives and frictions that they had a hard time seeing the bigger picture. How wonderful, she thought, if they could all join her in a global flight to understand the preciousness of the world as a whole. She thought that might help them put aside some of their long held hatreds and work together to preserve the planet and its people.

But how to accomplish this task? She thought long and hard and consulted many sages from different cultures. Each had her or his own ideas, but no one was sure anything could break through the dark divisions between peoples.

So she went to the creatures to ask their advice. Perhaps human brains have become too complicated, she thought, too involved to see simple solutions.

Great gatherings were called of creatures high and low from insects to giant condors. They gathered in small valleys, on mountain peaks, and deep under the sea. . Solutions were brought forth and sent out magically to the four winds creating swirling energy currents moving in , out, and around the earth and beyond.

"But will they hear us and understand?" the creatures asked.

"That is the question", said the most ancient of creatures.

Alair was sure their efforts would make a difference. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps this explains those times when our face is brushed by the wind just as we are getting into an argument, and suddenly we begin to understand the other person's point of view...or when we are lying awake under the stars or viewing the breathtaking colors of the Northern Sky and feel a deep insight sink into our soul.

What do you think?