“Say a small poem. Love the exchange. An autumn willow has no fruit, so how could it dance in the wind of Do-not-fear? It rattles and talks with nothing to offer. Give voice to a poem. Let it end with praise for the sun and the friend within the sun.”
-Rumi
Born to Fly
Wait. Don’t go in. There is still time before the darkness falls upon the Opera
to let the burning colors of autumn roll in and out of the fog of your being.
Listen to the people on the street.
Feel its subtle movement beneath your feet.
Let the wind pick you up and thrust you like a leaf,
into the indigo sky!
While the earth leans away, tilt in. Feel its roar deep within your being.
Open your music box and let the tiny dancer free.
Copyright Katrina Pierson, 2013
The Dancer within 
I can’t believe my good fortune in finding you in this life, on this path. You are a breath of fresh air…like peppermint in my nose!
back at ya! I love you, Jules!