Hmmm… In deep thought. New life has been formed and released into this big bad world! Thoughts arise, such as, “Did this new life learn to fly?”

I always wonder what it would be like to fly high above the rooftops. To feel the wind lift me up.

Or did this little bird fall to its doom? SPLAT!

Wow- I had no etiquette back in the day, apparently. 🤦‍♀️

-Rose 2025 Reflecting

A short life. Gone, and no one to care. Just a bird.

I can’t tell you how many tiny skeletons of poor babies I’ve found while walking the sidewalks.

Deep within, my heart starts to swell. What a life to live, but yet, to truly not live at all.

Isn’t that the majority of us? We are breathing, living our lives. But are we truly living? I mean, truly living our lives like we should be? Or are we just waking around carelessly, every day, paying our bills, cooking, cleaning, following a list.

What does it mean to you? What is truly living for you? How do you feel?

Some days… I feel like my eyes are the windows, and somewhere inside of me, is another me, fighting to escape this body. Like peering out of a window when you’re in school. Wishing to be on that one swing that everyone fights over.

Are you soaring in the sky?

Well, are you?

-Rose 2025 Reflecting