Mine is like a bird in some ways.
When I wake in the morning, I want to sing.
I love to spread out my wings and fly in the larger possibilities in the day.
I love to hear the morning songs of the birds
and my soul….
were not morning people….
I was surprised…..
and reality is so lovely, though,
to realize over and over again,
that everyone doesn’t sing
the same songs in the morning….
throughout the day.
I am not 100 percent of anything
100 percent my self….collaged of the parts…
to feel oneself reflected in the breath and movements
of the morning song birds…..
Knowing the beauty of flight is essential
The awareness of the uprising
of an inner song substantial.
Breathing it out into the ethers of air….
flowing with thoughts
filling one’s lungs with inspiration
stretching one’s wings and finding ones way
individually and collectively–
this, for me, is the joy of living…..
Photography from Shabby Chic Mania and Rumi Page
Collage Artwork by LaBelle Sophie