This weekend calls us to find the calm within the storm, the center within the whirlwind. So much is happening, so much is “up”, so many themes. Old patterns revisited. But with more choices. More options to find a different path. To walk in a new way through this difficult landscape.
Can you see the options open to you?
Take time to just look, observe and notice all the potential choices at your fingertips. Maybe write them down even. Thinking way outside the box to avoid the feeling of being trapped. If you get stuck in the trapped place, then fear and panic are triggered. Instead, use your resources, your tools, your friends, your community, your knowing, your teachers…. find your way out.
Word of the day: choice
Poem of the day:
Caged Bird
BY MAYA ANGELOU
A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
Maya Angelou, “Caged Bird” from Shaker, Why Don’t You Sing? Copyright © 1983 by Maya Angelou. Used by permission of Random House, an imprint and division of Penguin Random House LLC. All rights reserved.
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