See if you can capture this vision in your mind: a bird's legs bend, then push back against the ground just before flight ensues. Runners tense just before their sprint. The last burst of speed before an airplane lifts off into air. (I still don't get how that works.) The heart that quickens and then spills its love into the universe.
There's that subtle withholding of air....anticipation, fear, faith.
Now imagine a snowy egret with its broad white wings and thin long legs. The beauty it displays as it soars.
Inhale the grace, absorb the peace, smell the air.
I am soaring.
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