Today … I spent almost an hour coaxing and directing and reconfiguring and sighing about and shouting at a fly. There was nothing particularly special about this fly. He/she (do flys have
a gender?) was an average fly.

The thing about this fly was that he was somehow caught between panes of glass in my studio windows. Because of the configuration of the double-paneing I couldn’t just open them to lead him outside. When I did, finally, manage to manoeuvre the windows in such a way as to create the portal to freedom – he just stood there!!! Not seeing the opening.

Eventually, with increasingly more frustrated and frantic telepathic messages to ‘go for it’ – the fly flew! and I was not only elated, but proud of my perseverance to come to the aid of a fly.

… then I realized that maybe … either I wasn’t a fly avenger at all, maybe I was just avoiding getting to my writing … maybe I wasn’t just working to free a fly … maybe me and the fly are alike in our, sometimes, inability to recognize the openings that Life provides.