A bird does not sing in flight.
For a bird to sing it must find a branch
A stable perch
A place to rest and revel in harmony
A bird does not sing in flight
Because it is concentrating on flying
*Poetry is gold wrung from the stones life flings at us.
At some point, we learn to not become defensive and hide when the sky begins to hail trouble, to begin catching what hurts us and considering what it may be trying to teach us instead.
And life is an unfolding and never-ending lesson for those that take a desk and want to learn all that can be taught.
Before writing and poetry, I could not decipher the lessons I was being delivered. I had vague directions and guesses. It was like attending a Spanish class, but all the instructor could speak was Spanish, and all I could understand was English.
That’s the impact that writing, journalling and distilling the essence of our experience can have on delivering clear lessons and learning into your life experience.
Suddenly you speak a universal language, and you understand everything (mostly) the instructor says.
And then the layers become more profound, and our lives quite magical. This is also my way of saying that if I’m quiet on the blog, it’s because I’m off flying, and when I’m writing here – I’m perched. Whatever life is handing you right now – an up, a down, a spot of turbulence – I hope you find a branch and a pen or keyboard to unravel what life tells you.
The header is AI generated – prompt: a bird in flight