The Crow
Have you ever watched a baby bird learn how to fly? It’s inspiring in a way. The mother watches close by but not too close. The baby raises its wings, getting a feel for the wind, gliding in place as large gusts come and go. With little hops, the anticipation builds until the small bird finally leaps off of the branch. The mother takes off, almost as if she assumes the worst for her child, but at that last second before the point of no return, the baby bird flies. It’s that leap of faith, trusting in yourself enough to know what you’re meant to do even if it looks like you’re falling, that keeps me holding on.
