“If you stand still long enough, you’ll grow wings.” from Bella Grace Magazine, D. Smith Kaich Jones
It sounds like an oxymoron, but I think it’s true. When you stand still for too long, you don’t necessarily grow roots. Sometimes you get wings.
It hit me when I read that line. I’d been in one place for so long, my pin feathers (the soft, baby kind that appear before the real flying feathers) were starting to sprout.
I was at a job with wonderful people, in a lovely office park, doing work that had been creative, fulfilling and fun. For a long time, anyway. Then things changed, as things are wont to do, and the job wasn’t as fulfilling anymore. I had come to a standstill. I had stopped writing – at least, doing any creative, fiction writing.
That’s when I felt the itch and burr and scratch of unexpected feathers, and I knew it was time to fly.
I stretched my wings and have made, to date, a rather bumpy landing. But that doesn’t mean I’m grounded. This can be a place to rest and think and figure out how to get to where I want to go next, where I really want to be.
So here goes. Unfolding my wings again.
Lynn
this just touched me. thank you so much.
here’s to new wings and bumpy landings and unfolding those wings again. and new friends we find along the way.
Thanks for your wise words!