The morning arrives
And the song of a bird comes undone.
I imagine for the first time in my life
That its wings
Are my own
~Corrine De Winter
From "pocket PRAYERS" collected by June Cotner
I find myself with lots of places containing inspiration... but too many moments when I can't or won't share my own words. I don't like losing balance. I think maybe I need to learn to deal with it, accept it as part of the whole, instead of lamenting its loss, and scrambling not to let anyone really see.
Oh.. and the poem/prayer above was chosen simply because I like it. I have let myself try to soar with birds, and the wind... I can close my eyes and sometimes for a moment, I am free of the earth ties... the sky, home.