Flying Kites

Calling out to our purple Crocus-selves, our Spring-showers selves, our red Tulip -selves and our swaying-in-the-breeze Daffodil selves...all joining hands, smiles, hearts for frolicking in the spring breezes, soaking in the sun’s rays Vibrantly Honest Belonging of all-in-this Joyful And Curious And Open And Honoring -together No room for displacement in the Mist that is playing with the Mountain in Welcoming...Hello, Here’s a string for your kite