“ Some are born to love, and some to fight. How can I ever succeed at both? ”
I wish I could fly like that hawk, rising and falling with the still spaces in the air, far above all this sickness and death and evil.
~ Heather Day Gilbert
If we are to survive, I must start and end my war this same day.
I am happy to be alone. Perhaps this is true. Or perhaps I am the biggest coward of all.
My dear husband Thomas has informed me that I can't walk without natural hip action. The more I slow to adjust my walk, the more my hips determine to swing of their own accord.
