On the Wings of Spirit Airlines

Summary

The author, Mark Tulin, recounts a transformative experience in Philadelphia, where a visit from a West Coast angel, metaphorically arriving on Spirit Airlines, leads to personal renewal and healing.

Abstract

Mark Tulin describes being trapped in a routine in Philadelphia, characterized by monotonous drives and familiar foods, until a significant change occurs with the arrival of a West Coast angel. This angel, a symbol of change and new beginnings, helps Tulin declutter his life both physically and emotionally, replacing negative elements with positive experiences. The angel introduces him to new settings and sensations, from the warmth of tea and the comfort of nature to the rejuvenating power of the ocean, ultimately restoring his passion for life.

Opinions

The author feels a sense of captivity in his Philadelphia lifestyle, indicative of a need for change.
The West Coast angel is perceived as a savior, instrumental in reshaping the author's life.
The angel's influence is seen as a panacea, suggesting a deep belief in the power of human connection and support.
The author places significant value on nature and new experiences as means for personal healing and growth.
The mention of the salty sea and the Pelicans soaring with confidence implies the author's appreciation for the natural world as a source of inspiration and freedom.

A revolution occurred

Photo by the author, Mark Tulin

Philadelphia held me captive, a repeated drive down a twelve-lane boulevard, eating hoagies every night from the Wawa market — a city, a history, a past married in winter’s ice, and summer’s humidity.

I needed a revolution, so I manifested a West Coast angel who arrived on the wings of Spirit Airlines to rescue me.

She came at the right moment, straightened my closet of trauma, helped to rid me of old furniture, things and people that no longer belong.

She replaced my stale coffee with sweet tea, and gave me a panacea for life’s wrong turns. She caressed me in her warm wings, transported my body through barren fields, into the citrus smells of orange groves and atop the mountains with snowy peaks — healing my wounds and reviving the passion I thought I had lost.

The West Coast angel baptized me in the salty sea and encouraged me to watch the Pelicans soar with confidence.

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