The Feel Good Idea Of The Day: Bird Wings



She walks away from the barbed wire.  


Hooded by her warm coat she makes her way toward her shelter.  

A friend to pain and pleasure, she sees the wisdom of letting the pain smolder out under the gray sky and snow.  

Inside the shelter are books and paints, some food and a stove.  

A kettle and her favorite teas.  

This woman walks away from the barbed wire. 

She has been a friend to all people and animals.  

Today, she begins to be a friend to herself.  

She walks inside the shelter door and stokes the fire in her stove.  

For now she will lay here amongst her books, a mug of warm tea, a blanket around her shoulders.  

Nurturing herself for what feels like the first time in a long time.


Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror
up to where you’re bravely working.

Expecting the worst, you look, and instead,
here’s the joyful face you’ve been wanting to see.

Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
you would be paralyzed.

Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding,
the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
as birdwings.
— Rumi