“How is a child to find her own beliefs, unless she can stuff her pockets with all the truths she can find?”

~Barbara Kingsolver

I’ve been stuffing my pockets all my life, and now it’s time to empty out.  I’ve been watching birds in flight, how they carry nothing as they glide.  It’s time now to join them, to give up my pockets all together and to play in the wind with my hands stretched open, greeting a truth too big and too free to be held.