Sasha and the lark
My life is unfolding. Becoming more fluid and calm, it unfurls, loosens. Like a bud or a braid. Becoming less controlled yet more defined. I can let go and still believe.
There is an old story, where the girl finds a bird with a broken wing. She feeds it and tells to it the most comforting of secrets, until it is able to fly. Then she must let the bird go and hope love will bring it back to her one day.
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There is an old story, where the girl finds a bird with a broken wing. She feeds it and tells to it the most comforting of secrets, until it is able to fly. Then she must let the bird go and hope love will bring it back to her one day.
Listen