i am not sure if you are able to see this or not. . . but, there is one bird sitting alone on a wire outside my window. . .
and this is how i feel lately. . .
one,little bird,
with the whole sky in front of her, waiting. . . .
waiting for another bird to land next to her . . .
but it never does.
i watch this bird for a good half-hour.
she flies away alone.
i hope that this is not significant.
i watch other birds fly by her. . . and they never land.
she sits and watches, then cleans herself, then watches.
you can't force another bird to land.
i expected something different
out of life. 
i expected this: .
i expected this: . but you can't get there on your own.
I'm stickin with you whether or not you stop to clean yourself.
ReplyDeleteoh alice... i'm with you... the challenge of living our very own journeys: both what is given (or not given) to us in them, and yet also what we choose to and work to make of them... i read this the other night and have been thinking of these words:
ReplyDelete"We cannot live in a world that is not our own. In a world that is interpreted for us by others. An interpreted world is not a home. Part of the terror is to take back our own listening. To use our own voice. To see our own light." (Abess Hildegard von Bingen)
know that your light is strong.