As I am gazing into the morning sun I realize that
although I continue to say that I need to slow down and
enjoy the small moments, I still rush through life...
I want to fly but my wings have yet
to unfold. They are not ready this very moment.
I am still learning to slow down and just breathe.
Something that should be so easy
comes very hard for me.
As I move my head towards the sun I can hear the
tingling sound of the roses dangling from my ears.
Like little bells.
Gentle reminders to breathe and to accept
that my wings will unfold when they are ready.
When I am a ready.
I cannot learn how to fly before I learn how to breathe.