Even wings are not meant to fly forever.
In order to continue their weightless journey, there needs to be a place to land.
Allowing the winds of change to guide and shifting seasons to say “when.”
The thinking mind questions.
The animal mind trusts.
The heart longs for a place to call home;
These wings for a rest.
My perch lies ahead
My place to rest awaits
There is no question
There only is trust
In what my body knows.
May my mind rest...