“We have to continually be jumping off cliffs
and developing our wings on the way down”
and developing our wings on the way down”
This morning's prayers are whispered to the fog and light. Carry my thoughts like swirls to the sky... |
We are covered with fog. And the birds continue to sing sweetly... |
Above the fog, the sky is blue. "Hope for the sun," I say aloud... |
I am not disappointed. |