There is a certain trust that is birthed, it seems, when we let go of those things, the ones, we are not meant to be gripping, for the wind cannot carry that which is so willfully tethered. If we simply allow ourselves to float and let go, all that is meant for us individually … Continue reading Flight
I decide where and when I go next. I've always had wings but never realized I, alone, am the pilot.
The flock of birds that appeared during the rising of the song I was listening to on my morning walk really moved me... Love, music, nature all seem to strum the same inner strings, playing different chords, forming melodies that make the heart hum and the soul sing. As the birds in formation burst forth … Continue reading Flight