Its time you spread your wings and fly, little birdy
Learning to fly, one wing, flightless bird. There's a black crow sitting across from me, his wiry legs are crossed he is dangling my keys, he even fakes a toss...
Infiltrating every cavern.
This reoccurring image is apropos, albeit overused. In so many ways I am full of motion, without steady ground, migratory, moving. I am feeling transient.
Before this actually happened I thought it would make me feel crazier, I thought it would be more of a hard adjustment. Perhaps this is the fight or flight reaction of my body, more of an acceptance, knowing that really there is only one way to handle it, and it's up.
7 years ago