Birds of a feather
I saw a hawk circling the sky from my office this morning. It was another restless night at the Ok Corral as life out of rhythm continues to be my late night theme. I do fine in the getting to bed, read a little, then out like a light, and next thing you know the churning wakes me up and I have no where to hide in the blackness of my room.
I watched the hawk circling and circling its prey – focused – intent on capturing what was in its line of vision.
There is a moment when you let your breath out and decide to move on and soar through the open sky but that doesn’t mean the shackles have been taken off your ankles (yet).