" Hold fast to dreams ,
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly "
This morning for the millionth time I woke up to the realisation of my own broken wings. I looked out my window and on this beautiful sunny day I saw a beautiful bullfinch that has flown into our window for the third time this month. With our ginger cat lurking nearby I saved this little birds life for the third time. I felt his little heart beating as I placed him in a safe place. I thought of all the lovely women on this site who are learning to fly again . We can only do that if we are picked up gently and treated with loving compassion. Some are lucky enough to find this but others are not. My little bird is teaching me that I deserve to be treated in the same way with the same gentleness and if I am not then I must find it elsewhere. He has made my heart flutter with new hope . I will now attempt to add a photo of him that I took last week just before he flew away. Meanwhile have a lovely weekend
I have no idea if I succeeded or if you just got my whole album ! Am I supposed to see it myself on this post before I post it ?
XXX