How difficult to watch your own, spread their wings, without feeling anxious, that there’s a chance they might plummet, and take down with their fall, everything you’ve ever built, to hold them up!
Watching another, without plugging in, you see the spreading of eagle wings, feel the exhilaration of unfettered flight, and swoon with a joy that’s all your own!
Why is it that we must take distance from those closest to us, if we must know and feel, the throbbing companionship of delight, of their journey, now made our own?