I went to the wildlife sanctuary to seek the grace of white pelicans, migrating geese, regal vigilant hawks, dancing bunnies and deer. I needed so to breathe. Instead my heart became a surf board and breathless I rode the curls of wave clouds foaming in the ocean sky. When I returned to the earth’s shore, a visitor invited me to ride a Wind Horse and lose my breath yet again. I went to the wildlife sanctuary to seek grace and find my breath. Instead grace was found in breathlessness.