I’m singing this morning. I’m singing and was drawn to my heart necklace on the nightstand and put it on. Energy-infused object of my last affection. The half-angel wing charm removed from it now that I bought for both of us—he had the other wing. No longer relevant. No longer true this axiom in the same way: “We are each of us angels with one wing. We can only fly embracing each other.”
I have my own wings now.
I went back to look at the photo of the mural in L.A. where I first saw the quote. At the time it made me think of him and our love. How I felt stronger with him, more capable, more alive. While these things may have been true then, they led to a souring of co-dependence, each of us unable to fully support our own lives as individuals.
Now, when I look at the photo, it makes me think of something different... especially in this time. Embracing diversity. The human spirit. Honoring every person. Every soul.
And I realize, I still have my love. My love for humankind. My love for people. My love for life.
I’m still singing my little song this morning. I have my wings now. And I still believe.
Gonna find myself a new love.
I still believe in true love.
