A smart old bird had vision.
She could see the tallest peaks and the deepest trenches,
at the same time…
And, even while she flew blind,
with clipped wings.
She never lost sight of the rich landscape.
The bird spent lots of time jumping over and around injurious terrain,
while awkwardly trying to flap her compromised wings.
One day, the smart old visionary bird
chose to look at her clipped wings for the very first time.
She noticed they were taped to her body
and not clipped at all.
She pecked off the gooey tape and celebrated her wings and the key lesson she’d just learned:
If she was to be a true visionary bird,
she had to look at and care for the condition of her wings,
even more than viewing the entire landscape.
Then, she soared
to look for other birds to fly beside.
And mindful reflection.
Evanston Canal, by the hospital
J and C in Chinatown
And eyes that see.
And ears that hear.
And the willingness to work through what I cannot see or hear,
or maybe ever.
Safe doesn’t always mean pretty
Strength from all over the place. Some boundaries too.
No such thing as trapped. Not really.
Grateful for all that has led me here, right now.
In the journey
Yeah, I love clouds though I don’t understand them.
Grateful for you and others on my path who may have caused wounds,
My busy head. I have learned to like my head and its committee.
And grateful for my voice and for yours.
One scar, of many.
This is my heart.
And this is my art.
When I couldn’t sleep last night, this happened.
And we all have stuff with which to make art.
This week, I spent Monday morning with 96-year-old, Dyna Wise and her grandson,
Lawrence Burley. The time I spent with these two extraordinary human beings, was not only the highlight of my week, but one of the most significant experiences of my entire nonprofit career.
Before I go any further, I’d like to provide a few initial facts that will make my story shorter.
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