Fly

Perched high on the dead branch of the river birch.
His watchful eyes gaze upon me.
I tred carefully awaiting his approval from his perch. 
No answer he gives, only a turn of his grand head. 
I move toward my destination by and by,  leaving him behind.
A chirp he says as I leave comes from his sharp beak. 
Looking back at his greatness, the white of his head stands on its edges. 
The largeness of him increases when no reply is given. 
From those wide and wild eyes I wish to be hidden. 
So they may unsee my soul and what lieth there in the dark. 
He releases a screech as his bronze feathers gleam. 
The depths of me awakens as it becomes clear. 
I run through the trees when he pushes of the branch stirring the leaves. 
He screeches and I cast my eyes to the sky. 
The sun throws the bird's shadow below as we break into the meadow. 
I have no shadow of my own. 
I run faster  as he soars further, as one we stride. 
With outstretched arms the wind moves against  me.
Closing me eyes I feel him there in the sky. 
The ground leaves my feet as together we fly. 

A Good Place To Start

"Start by doing what is necessary, then do what is possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible."

With the holiday right around the corner, a lot of the quotes I found related to being free & having freedom. But I wanted something different. I found it. :)
Reflecting back years ago when I started my novel it was necessary to write this story & put to life the story living inside me.
Now it seems plausible, possible even to get published. Just having that hope that it is possible is enough for me to keep pushing through the trenches of Query Hell. I'm hoping someday I will accomplish the impossible; To have a sweet deal with one of the Sister Six.
Impossible...I'm hoping so.

Thoughts

- When my dreams ran wild and my mind was free, as mustangs they raced across the plains, being of nature and trialing to tame.
- Hope is everlasting. All you have to do is believe.