January 4, 2025
Good morning!
It’s Saturday, and the gods have been flying their kites again.
Slowly, slowly, the white forms drift across the sky, tails triumphantly flapping in the wind, before disappearing over the treetops.
How long do you think the kite strings must be? And who, exactly, holds them?
“The soul, light as a feather, fluid as water, innocent as a child, responds to every movement of grace like a floating balloon.”
—Jean-Pierre de Caussade
Onwards,
Clara
Love the quote. Thanks for sharing it. 😊. I hope you’re still thinking of putting a book together. 🤞
Yes, oh, yes!! I saw some Mare's Tails on my way home from work. Had to stop and gawk!! I wanted to swirl around and fly with them. But, alas, this is frowned upon on the highway here...