A friend sent me a card in the mail several years ago–one of those craft paper style ones from Trader Joe’s. On the front there was a delicate illustration of a bird on a branch and along the side, a quotation from Victor Hugo was typed in a lovely italic:
Be as a bird,
on a frail branch
that she feels
bending beneath her,
still she sings,
she has wings.
There have been many times I’ve identified with this little bird. Feeling stuck in a whirling storm with nothing but a frail branch to cling to. And sometimes I still feel this way. But I also believe that life gives us these storms and frail branches so that instead of looking to the branch to hold us, we discover the strong, steady, graceful wings that have been there to carry and guide us all along.
So as I set out on this new journey, reclaiming my voice and freeing my song by sharing the thoughts of the moment from my heart, may whatever pours forth help us remember our wings.
And may the strength and comfort of these wings support us, no matter how fierce the storm or how weak the branch beneath us.
Always, these gorgeous, magnificent wings.
- Gentle afternoon rain
- Thank you for honoring my story