Having regrets; yelling into the void…
Information we resist.
Being true to your purpose
Follow your soul’s path
Listening to your heart.
It is time to stop
Hold yourself to imperfection’s perfection.
Accept and love your darkness
While saying no to obligations
That take up space in your being.

After the last great slaughter
Flocks in the 100’s of million
In a mere 50 years….
All was lost…
Passenger Pigeons,
What happened
To the sound of their
Glorious wings?

We did.