Oh my little friend I sit in awe looking at your wings. How can such fragile and delicate wings carry you so? On a day where I thought surely the wind would make all images blurred how can such transparency dance with the wind? My heart sighs and confesses a longing that my own fragility and transparency could carry me each day with such power and ease. And then the whisper from Rumi, hidden in a bemused giggle. “You were born with potential. You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness. You were born with wings. You are not meant for crawling, so don’t. You have wings. Learn to use them and fly.” With my own giggle, come my friend…time to fly. Some wings are just more transparent than others.