Swan Song

This feels like my swan song. The ending of a constriction of voice, an opening into a song of beauty. The final showing of the old unrelenting squawk, then changing into and open and fluid music. An ending of a life lived in fear and longing. A beginning of living a connected and joyful existence. A beautiful bird with the knowledge of an awake soul. Free to spread it’s wings and soar. A joyous flight on the currents of the wind. No more broken wings and a deep knowing of the immense gift of finally touching the sky after being flightless.