Every once in a while, to keep from becoming brittle as tempered glass, a mama needs to fly away, up into the sky and towards the sun. She needs to feel the blood flowing in her veins and the breeze on her skin and to remember why she has wings in the first place. Then after she’s stretched and twirled in the warm updrafts of sunlit air and the sheer joy and freedom of being embodied, she can return to earth, and do so with renewed faith in who she is, and her ability to meet the needs of life. That’s all I’m saying.

Thank you to those of you who tended my chicks, fed their hungry mouths and kept them safe and happy so that this mama could feel the sun and remember who she is.