How Figs Fly

Slowly,

    with no doubt or hesitation.

Pass through the waters.

Push through the blossoms,

    and stand.

Stand on a hallowed lawn of green,

   the place of dreams.

                          The view behind The Flying Fig barn

A disclaimer:  This has not been a journey without doubt. In fact, doubt has been an unsettling companion along with its sidekick fear. But I’ve learned that one shaking foot in front of the other is not such a bad way to travel.

Standing & sanding,

june