We all have wings, but they are attached to our back. When they are folded, we can't see them, so we don't think they exist or we forget they exist.
When we remind ourselves that they are there, we can move them, concentrate on them, focus on them and take flight using the butterflies in our stomachs to propel us...those same moths that cause us to feel disillusioned, anxious and sick.
Music and art make us notice our wings. We all were born with them.
I use music and art on a moment-to-moment basis to heal, to remember what flight tastes like and to escape the ground game that I often feel imprisoned to.