I know some of you have already read this from a past post... but I came across it today in my written version of my journal... and it spoke loudly... so here it is again...
"Come to the edge, he said
No we are afraid.
Come to the edge, he said.
No, we are afraid.
Come to the edge, he said.
They came,
He pushed them,
They flew.
- Guillaume Apollinaire
What a treasure it is to have those in our lives who will encourage us to the edge... those who will show us how high we can fly. Fear sometimes screams so much louder than faith. Fear drowns out hopes and dreams and security. Fear is not to be nurtured or tolerated. Fear will be there... but courage must be stronger... courage must win. Courage, while it speaks softly, will always drown out the fear when given voice. I'm at the edge... and I'm afraid... but I will fly.
Hey, when I was just walking Cookie on this star-filled night (at last the rain has temporarily stopped) I think I saw you fly right over me and the Redondo Beach Pier. Am I correct?
Posted by: Fran aka Redondowriter | April 05, 2006 at 11:35 PM
Hehehe....yep, I'm sure it was me, Fran... flapping like hell, but still airborne!! Hugs to you :)
Posted by: Tess | April 07, 2006 at 04:51 PM