As the crow flies
I aspire to live as the crow flies.
You may think crows caw, that their voices are harsh. But I tell you a crow can whisper to its mate across a density of pines, and its voice is comfortable and reassuring. A crow is mighty in its passion, voracious in its appetite, and fearless in its flight. So I aspire to live as the crow flies and stretch my soul to meet the sky.
This meditation is reprinted with permission from Evening Tide: Meditations by Elizabeth Tarbox (1944–1999), first published in 1998 and recently republished by Skinner House Books (© 2011 Sarah Tarbox).Comments powered by Disqus