We sit at the edge of a cliff or seat, not knowing if winds will carry us or change our course.
Whether flying with natural flow or navigating our way through varying winds, we must trust our own wings to carry us where we are to go.
Whether destination in mind or pure random flight, trusting wings to carry us is all we need. In wanderment (spelling deliberate) and wonderment, we go with the flow of natural stream of All There Is.
Our time is now…to board, take flight if we will, next stop…does anyone know?