Fall has fallen, and I have too through the cracks of time...into the past nest of my childhood. I have become a baby bird suddenly aware that in order to escape the monotony of worms and chirping for my needs to be met, I MUST FLY. Why didn't I think of this before?!? Am I a birdbrain? There are wings attached to this thing, I can do it. It feels really scary...perched at the edge of an unforgiving world. What if no one catches me should I fall? What if some cruel thing snatches me up and takes advantage? NO. No. no. I will myself safe in this new adventure. I take care of heart, mind, spirit, knowing I have wings to lift myself out of any unwanted posture. Take flight from winter's biting, bitter stasis. Fly upward to light.
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