I woke up this morning, and stood out in the rain, drinking chocolate milk. I watched three adolescent crows building their wings and bravery. Circling a tree, every once in awhile losing their courage and touching a branch, then flying back out again. Their excitement was recognized even to my human ears that don't understand the language of birds. Their uncertainty and disbelief in something so beautiful and free such as flying was understood by my body that is disabled of flying. And then ... read more