“Which way Mama?”

“That depends what type of bird you feel like.”

Naturally, we took flight on both slopes, one more thrilling than the other. What holier thrill is there than zipping along mountain tops? All decisions from up here make for bright and breezy ones…a couple of lucky girls we are to have had an opportunity like this. From above and from within the gentlest of breezes, echoes heard from our ears of tributes and whispers of the heart of that all-knowing to the sovereignty of time passing. Here in rhythmic harmony and balance, in the heavenly vision blessed upon our pathway laden with angles in armor, here on top where decisions are made with all the infinite wisdom flowing in our direction, here in our holiest of wholeness, here we take flight at last.