Isn’t it great to get a little boost like that every so often? Isn’t it reassuring to know that somebody will be there to steady us when the going gets rough? To keep a protective eye on us when we try something new or take a chance? So that next time we can give them a hand? A word of encouragement? A round of applause? Someone to lean on?This morning I watched the sibling hawks fly off on their own, leaving their mother to circle alone.
Your grief for what you want lifts a mirror up to where you’re bravely working.
Expecting the worst, you look, and instead,
here’s the joyful face you’ve been wanting to see.
Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes.
If it were always a fist
or always stretched open,
you would be paralyzed.
Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding,
the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated