Sometimes, I wish I were a great blue heron. Standing in quietude, while not thinking of anything except my next meal, sounds enticing...
Knowing that I could fly away from the woes of the world with just the flapping of wings would be wonderful...
Stretching my wings so as to glide along and choose a place to land; a place to live that would yield happiness, with no world news to drag me down, would be remarkable...
Unfortunately, the present climate of world politics, of climate change itself, and life in general has me worried, and I feel as though I am flapping my wings in futility...
But, I keep moving forward, one wing flap at a time, trying to head off depression. Gotta keep moving...gotta stay happy...
Gotta keep my head on straight so I can continue to soar and smile. Life is hard. Oh, woe is me. But, I know I am up to the challenge...
By Laurie Haines
