We still sparkle when it’s not sunny.
We’re round and lovely and hanging on by a thread,
In the strongest and most loveliest way possible.
At a passing glance, we have a tenuous hold on an ever moving, fragile, and capricious thing – with birds and bees and bugs and wind and all the things shaking our support.
We are confident in our anchor.
For you, the terror comes as you think about a tiny little connection that looks like it might break or fling us at any time.
It won’t and it doesn’t.
Birds and bees and bugs and wind and all the things that shake us,
are an opportunity to stretch and play and bounce and live.
We take pleasure in the unpredictable ride.
When we’re ready to let go, we shimmy in our descent.
Selecting the spot of ground we want to feed, becoming more than we were and more than we are.
We are a force of nature,
in a sparkly, curvaceous, transparent vessel.
