Slowly - I'm settling myself into this new month in this new year.
I've set new intentions. I'm beginning with ease....with fluidity...with allowing myself the necessary space to grow.
Every-other-day here...instead of daily.
With more purpose...more passion...more direction.
The unexpected swans surprised me.
As I neared - I noticed that they were merely children.
Their feathers bore the markings of adolescence.
Their beaks had not yet grown into their full and regal orange color.
Nothing but sweet purity.
Lost - I thought. Separated from their tribe....and their mother. Lost - in the winter and at sea.
I watched as their movements mirrored one another. I watched as they watched me.
I'd been thinking about the latest horrors that have occurred and recurred in our worlds.
It isn't just happening somewhere over there.
It isn't just their story. It's mine.
There's so much loss...so much sadness...so much grief as we leave the innocence of youth behind. As we say good-bye to all that we believed would be constant and true.
Do we hold onto grace?
Do we continue to believe?
We have to.
So lucky - they are - to be given the gift of wings. They can spread them and fly.
My two feet anchor and ground me.