Lately, birds have been coming to me. Swans, robins, red-winged black birds, morning doves, seagulls, geese. I notice the sounds of birds in a way I haven’t before. Listening closely, I am slowly learning their calls.

Last year at this time it was snails. I fell in love with their close and gentle way of meeting the earth. Another way to pay attention. This year it is birds.

I find goose feather after goose feather on my walks. Not a difficult thing when you walk around a lot of geese but still I can’t help but feel gratitude for each and every one I find. I imagine creating wings with them.

I think about the card I pulled at the beginning of the year of the woman with the arms welcoming the world. She is to come to me this year, this woman with the open arms. I am to be her. Embodying freedom. Embodying Love.

I look at my arms today, and there was a time when I would have been unhappy with their size but now I see them as wings.

Yes, these arms are big enough, and I am ready to hold more!

Give me more sweet world. Let me understand how you breathe. Show me where the birds live. What it is like to watch them sleep. Let me walk as a snail, close and steady, so that I can see. And then let this knowing give me wings.

Yes, I am ready for wings!

Fly

“I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. To be light and frolicsome. Improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as though I had wings” Mary Oliver