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Every fall the monarch butterfly migrates from Cape May, New Jersey to Mexico. Roughly 2500 miles across open ocean this tiny, delicate creature flies! How can a butterfly keep its head above water all the way from New Jersey to Mexico? Because flying has less to do with the bird or the butterfly, and more to do with the wind: catching the wind beneath her wings, being lifted up, playing on the wind.

Who is this child, born into unspeakable poverty, dancing with unfettered joy like she is in the midst of paradise? Dancing with the wind beneath her wings, like the butterfly and the bird? And what would it take for us to be able to dance like her? With the wind, the Spirit, something inside us which has nothing to do with where we live, or what we wear, or how often we eat? Something which has nothing to do with our health, or our life, or our death?

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An ancient Greek myth tells the story of Daedalus and Icarus, who made wings from feathers and wax. Over the centuries, many, including Leonardo da Vinci, tried to invent flying machines. In 1783 the Montgolfier brothers made a hot-air balloon rise above Paris. At the end of the 19th century, Otto Lilienthal, a German who flew his own gliders, was killed during a test flight in Berlin.

There will be times in your lives when you will not know the quick answers for your circumstances. Rely then on the word of God. Your Father in Heaven will always teach you to fear not, but to be of good cheer, to lighten your ship of clutter and focus on the spiritual matters, to commit yourselves to the covenants you made, and to put your sail of righteousness into the wind and head courageously toward the land of your eternal future.

Similar principles and requirements apply to your own journey through life and toward the destination of eternal life. Divine principles have to be learned and lived as you prepare to rise up on the wings of eagles.

The Holy Ghost will be the wind beneath your wings, placing in your hearts the firm conviction of the divinity of the Lord Jesus Christ and His place in the eternal plan of God, your Eternal Father. Through the Holy Ghost you will know your place in this plan and your divine eternal destination. You will be converted to the Lord, His gospel, and His Church, and you will never fall away. Of this I testify in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

A large majestic blue hosta that's a perfect addition to the shade garden! 'Wind beneath My Wings' has an incredibly large, spreading habit of heart-shaped, ruffled blue leaves. Pale lavender flowers appear in midsummer.

Next time you hurtle down the runway, take a look out the window and keep an eye on the invisible power of lift as the plane throws itself into the air to achieve flow and reach altitude. Think about it and your own mortality and I wager you'll feel a rush of gratitude, as I often do.

This thing keeps happening where Matt shows up and does all of this complicated and probably dangerous work in my house with minimal effort and only half his attention and it makes me think that I can also do all of this work. It seems so easy. Then he leaves his tools all over my place and so when he's gone I start picking them up and using them to break stuff that he then has to come back and fix.

I'm concerned that the price Matt pays for friendship with me is about one ounce of effort away from becoming too expensive so I've been trying extra hard lately to give him candy and tell him very nice things. Yesterday, for example, I sent him a text telling him that he is "the wind beneath my wings" after he told me he would be by at 6:00 to survey the damage from this weekend's solo attempts at home improvement.

I sometimes think Matt doesn't care about these pronouncements because he never responds to them. Matt has a generally cranky demeanor. He doesn't smile that much. And the majority of the time he is with either me or Rebecca, he scowls at us as we do or say whatever nonsensical thing we are doing or saying.

But last night as he and Ollie were leaving and I began my five-minute process of saying goodbye to Ollie, during which I swear to you that I kiss him on the lips multiple times AND I'M NOT ASHAMED, something caught me off guard. I was in the middle of cradling Ollie like a baby and telling him positive affirmations as he looked up into my eyes when I said that Ollie was the wind beneath my wings.

Matt, who had been impatiently waiting at the door, foot a-tapping, but not saying anything because he now knows that such an interruption will only delay the farewell process, immediately and harshly quipped, "I THOUGHT I WAS THE WIND BENEATH YOUR WINGS!"

There was no smiling when he said it. No humor in his tone. He was serious. He was jealous of his puppy for receiving the same and now-cheapened accolades he was gifted only a few hours earlier.

Matt had come over because on Sunday I nearly destroyed my home and probably the greater Salt Lake area when I attempted to replace a light switch with a new dimmer switch because I LIKE SEXY LIGHTING SO SUE ME. It was a simple project Matt was going to do while helping me replace light fixtures last week but then he ran out of time and told me he would just come back later for the switch.

Eli: Is it a difficult job?

Matt: No. It's really simple.

Eli: So anyone can do it?

Matt: Yes. Even Ollie could do it.

Eli: So should I just do it on my own?

Matt: . . . um . . . maybe just wait until I can come back.

It was offensive, although not unjustified. Merely moments before that conversation I had asked Matt if it was really necessary to turn off the power just to rewire a light fixture.

But Matt left. And he left his tools scattered about. So after a few days passed and once I started feeling pretty confident about my abilities because you don't get to be 30 by spending three decades doing things that kill you, I decided to go for it.

Twenty minutes later I was texting Matt pictures of broken wires sticking out of a light socket and their corresponding pieces now sitting in my hand. Matt promptly responded that I was to put the plastic thing back over the hole, keep the power off, and not touch anything until he was there.

He and Ollie showed up last night with spare wires and other objects I had never seen before. He went to work on it while Ollie and I rolled around on the floor and told each other secrets. Twenty minutes later Matt turned the power back on and demonstrated my beautifully dimming front room light.

I guess it's understandable that Matt was upset that I made him share the honor of being the wind beneath my wings with his dog considering everything he does for me. So after much discussion, I have decided that Matt is now the exclusive provider of wind beneath Tami's wings.

-midler-wind-beneath-my-wings/1088277799_1483226920 This is a warts and all presentation of my singing. I tried a different intro to Bette Midler. Be interested to know whether you guys think that is works. I was going to re-record correcting any vocal errors but i feel to get the best from a review I need to show where I'm actually going wrong as well as the well-executed parts currently I have quite a poorly chest. Any thoughts on speeding recovery? Thanks guys.

Today, 25 years since I started my career at the Waldorf, I run my own executive coaching firm. My experience of being on the Waldorf Astoria team was transformational in terms of my own self-awareness, confidence, and knowledge of my own strengths in the face of any challenges life has presented on my doorstep. It was the wind beneath my wings - simply the best leadership development imaginable.

Spectacular! It's hard to use too many adjectives when describing this amazing new creation from Hans Hansen's work at Walters Gardens. Each giant 30" tall x 6.5' wide clump of Hosta 'Wind beneath My Wings' is composed of long, arching, deeply-veined, heavily-rippled, powder blue leaves....an exceptional specimen plant. The 3.5' tall stalks of lavender flowers top the clump in summer. This hybrid of Hosta 'Neptune' and 'Queen of the Seas' is exactly what you'd expect from such great parents.

As I discovered while shooting these photos on a blustery day, this dress is not suitable for windy conditions! Those side flaps are like the wings of a glider ready to take off in the breeze. I can just picture it: gust of wind on a city street, skirt wraps itself around my face while Bay Street financiers and overseas tourists try not to notice my ripped granny pants as I struggle to free myself and keep walking like nothing happened. Added to To Do list: buy decent pair of underwear to wear with this dress.

WIND BENEATH MY WINGS document.write(''); WIND BENEATH MY WINGS Your Price:$4.75MOTHER'S DAY card by KAT GOTTLIEB. Printed in the USA on recycled paper using 100% Wind Power and vegetable-based inks. Comes with color-coordinated envelope made of recycled paper. Packaged in cello jacket. Features a biodegradable glitter.Code: CCS464 Greeting:I am who I am because of you. Thank you for giving me the wings to flyArtist:Kat GottliebSize:4 1/2" x 6 1/4"Type:Mother's DayBrand: Put me on the Waiting ListPut me on the waiting listThe item you are trying to purchase is currently out of stock.

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