A story or poem follows me around for a while, I write it down to get it out of my head and sometimes after rereading it seems universal enough that I hope it might also speak to someone else.
One thing that has become clear is the photography and the writing seem to be morphing into one, the photograph being the muse for the words or the words for the photograph.....and then a quote I find from someone who had the talent to put what I am trying to say into a few precise sentences.
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8 thoughts on “Learning to Fly”
Lovely connection w/your beautiful photo, as usual. Immediately thot of the verse from Peter Paul n Mary: “I can see in myself wings as I feel them—ifyou see something else keep your thoughts to yourself, I’ll fly free then.”
Lovely poem, but I LOVE your photograph! The mottled textures and colors of the sky and water merging behind in the background on the horizon. Can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. Mystical! And the bird and its reflection on the water. It’s as if it was posing for you. Stunning!
Yes, a wonderful surprise to come across him/her and catch the movements. I got a few good shots before it flew away. I posted another shot about a year ago on one of my posts Wanderlust and Blogging.
I am unsure of how to put a link in a reply. If you look in my archives for May 2019 it is there. Wanderlust, Dance and Blogging.
I find since wordpress changed the writing program some of the tools I had figured out are now gone and what has replaced them is
harder to navigate. Just like life, as soon as you feel you might have a grasp on what is happening, everything changes:)
This is a beautiful poem. It speaks to me of the all encompassing strength, ability and protective nature of women. For me there is implicit sisterhood for those willing. I believe women are the fortress and strength. We are refuge.
The photo is beautiful and quite apropos.
When I heard it I had to post it….my favorite lines are “with water careful in their beaks for those who had forgotten how to fly” as you said a message of sisterhood.
Wildly and Dangerously Free 
Lovely connection w/your beautiful photo, as usual. Immediately thot of the verse from Peter Paul n Mary: “I can see in myself wings as I feel them—ifyou see something else keep your thoughts to yourself, I’ll fly free then.”
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Lovely poem, but I LOVE your photograph! The mottled textures and colors of the sky and water merging behind in the background on the horizon. Can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. Mystical! And the bird and its reflection on the water. It’s as if it was posing for you. Stunning!
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Yes, a wonderful surprise to come across him/her and catch the movements. I got a few good shots before it flew away. I posted another shot about a year ago on one of my posts Wanderlust and Blogging.
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Can you provide a link to it?
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I am unsure of how to put a link in a reply. If you look in my archives for May 2019 it is there. Wanderlust, Dance and Blogging.
I find since wordpress changed the writing program some of the tools I had figured out are now gone and what has replaced them is
harder to navigate. Just like life, as soon as you feel you might have a grasp on what is happening, everything changes:)
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Found it. Nice one! You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away. https://youtu.be/ZNt5FnMK2sM
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This is a beautiful poem. It speaks to me of the all encompassing strength, ability and protective nature of women. For me there is implicit sisterhood for those willing. I believe women are the fortress and strength. We are refuge.
The photo is beautiful and quite apropos.
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When I heard it I had to post it….my favorite lines are “with water careful in their beaks for those who had forgotten how to fly” as you said a message of sisterhood.
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