we choose what we see

and we're closer than we think to the world we want

The two baby birds under my front awning flew for the first time yesterday. They did the thing they are meant to do. Without thinking about it. Without question or pretense. They flew.

I watched them. The one, and three hours later, the other one. My heart wide open at the awe of it. The simplicity. The ease. The delight.

To do the thing you are meant to…