Jim Harrison & Ted Kooser, Braided Creek: A Conversation in Poetry (Copper Canyon Press.)
By Miro Simko
Yes. But, a paper bird.
Be sure not to miss her entire collection of paper birds at her website: Diana Beltran Herrera
We are here essentially, to risk ourselves in the world, we are a form of invitation to others and to otherness; we seem meant to hazard ourselves for the right thing, for the right woman or the right man, for a son or a daughter, for the right work or for a gift given against all the odds. And in all this continual risking the most profound courage may be found in just the simple willingness to allow ourselves, amidst the hazard and vulnerability, to be happy along the way.
~ David Whyte
Most people, Kamala, are like a falling leaf, which is blown and is turning around through the air, and wavers, and tumbles to the ground. But others, a few, are like stars, they go on a fixed course, no wind reaches them, in themselves they have their law and their course.