Wings
In the beginning: soft and fragile; protected and watched over by others having been through it all…so far; floating freely with no direction with the only option to trust. Not even aware of these wings...yet.
Growth and experience take its toll as some damage is done…as strength results. Letting go of some is necessary in order to continue to flow freely. Growing from the delicate spine of each; there is now color; there is now character; stories to be told within each line; within each scar; among the beautiful growth that continues from the root and from the core. My wings are getting stronger.
Fear knocks at the door and I say “Yes!” yes to each and every cell of my being that knows that fear is an illusion; a story that is created in my own mind that plays tricks and tests these lithe muscles that continue to spring forth; proving over and over again which is stronger; which is true…
Far from the end: strong and growing but filled with grace; protects and watches over others while continuing on this epic journey…so far. Floating freely with direction as I continue to trust. My wings spread forth and I fly…
Namaste