Fear of flying

I used to fly; I remember this. How to unfold winged hope and enfold the wind in free-falling trust.

I remember thinking the sky all empty space. This can make a sparrow brave.

I remember believing that the wind and faith were enough. How did I forget?

How is it possible — that fear can make you forget how to fly?

How do you remember joy — when some life sliver pierces through your wild pulse?

How does a small sparrow in a wide world extend the brief span of her wings and let go — to climb higher?

Ann Voskamp

Reopening for business

I have decided to start my blog back up. Don't know what direction it will take, but I want to have fun with it.