This morning she was a wormy thing on the butterfly bush near my patio. Now she swims in the air around my head. Is she learning the lessons of wings and the lift of breeze? Or is she born to that vitality?
What vitality are we born to? Do not for a moment be fooled that I have answers to life’s questions. I simply ask until my edges fall into a cavern of wisdom and a whisper swims into my heart.