I don't think I will ever tire of metaphors of flight.
Of spreading wings a little wider ever day.
Of finding space in our hearts for the love of others, to open up and realize our hearts are huge.
Of finding courage to soar into territories new to us, regardless of how far they seem or intimidating they may be.
Of feeling currents brush past our skin as the freshness of each day greets our lungs.
Last week I sat in my studio with a delicately pressed feather and one of the last turquoise cabochons from the buried treasure stash. I thought about flight, just how far I've come, just how far I have yet to go. How rich the story of my life could be. And as I thought, I wrote it out in silver. And found this ring on the other side.
She feels so good on.
{and she's in the shop now}
