If we reject who we are bent feathers flawed and perfect as a sparrow we will lose the chance to know what it means to fly with love to know its power of lift to feel it under our wings to rest on its currents letting us soar without effort until we are restored ready for the next journey skyward when we have lost our belief in flight we don't need to learn how to fly just remember we were born knowing how ©Ali Grimshaw 2021 I was inspired to write this morning after listening to Mary Oliver read her poem. Click on this link to listen to her. - Mary Oliver: I Happened to be Standing Photo of the Columbia River Gorge, Oregon 2021.
