Yes, this is a humble pigeon that I photographed last summer in London (and processed like crazy tonight, including a texture from Skeletal Mess), but somehow a bird that looks rather silly cooing and pecking and strutting on the ground assumes a mantle of grace as soon as it takes wing. I feel like I was a grounded pigeon myself for a very long time. Not that I am exactly what one could call graceful now, but once I stopped pecking at the crumbs others tossed me, I certainly felt much less restricted by my own fears or measured by other's opinions.
As I take a running leap of faith and attempt to catch a bit of air to hold me aloft, I am summoning up all the courage I can. Over the past few years I have lost much, including friendships, a career, and any feeling at all of being at home in the place where I live, but I have gained a new perspective, and I have discovered a profound self-respect. And with these gains, my heart has grown stronger, more able to withstand the judgement, harsh words, and even the cruelty of certain others; it has grown more willing to fail, and more willing to succeed as well. I think my heart knew all along what I could do. Only my stubborn, skeptical mind needed convincing.
Do you ever doubt that you are amazing? When you do, come visit me here. My heart and yours will have a chat. Together, we'll cast away doubts. Together we'll grow stronger than our fears. Together, we'll take flight. Together, we'll find grace.