Fledgling
A blessing for all those waiting to take flight...
Today just might be the day. According to the books; according to the parents who are luring them out and onward, it could happen any moment.
Gwen took this eye-to-eye, direct encounter with one of the fledglings hanging out in the nest of their comfort. It’s all the world they have known. We are all watching. We are all waiting. Look at the bluebirds eyes. What do you see in the eyes?
But, no one is made for the nest.
It could be the nest of something holding you that feels too small. A belief. A denomination. A family. A church with walls. A way of life. There are many nests and perhaps, we need them all—for a while.
But one day, if you listen carefully to the voice, you’ll hear the invitation. You’ll feel the gentle gravity of an ending and the freedom of a new beginning.
And with all the heart and courage you can muster, take the flight and leave the nest.
Blessings from the edge!
Stephen
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