Thursday, March 15, 2018

Tribal Spirit Dancer

On the wing.



These birds have all gathered to listen to my drumming.  One of my wings is not working, maybe I should head South to the healing waters of the Ocean. 
How lovely it would be to wake up from your perch and say today I think I will do this and just do it.  To flow with a different rhythm and dance across the sky.  Still, I guess birds have their responsibilities. I realize I am rambling so I am singing off....

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