Freedom Follows Surrender
Published in
Aug 19, 2019
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Short Story
“To be free,” the eagle told the fledgling, “you must let go of the branch, trust you can fly, and surrender to the wish to be part of the divine.”
The wind howled around the eagle’s wings, swishing between her claws and polishing her beak.
“Be like the breeze. Notice what others see as empty is full of magic. You cannot fall, for you are more than feathers and bones little one. You are the spirit that circles the mountains and dances in the waterfall below at the same time.”
The fledgling sniffed the sweet air, swallowed courage, crept to the edge of the nest, and took his place in the sky.
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