One for the Blackbird, One for the Crow

by Olivia Hawker

endured him too long—to weep over the loss.

If they could open their hands and release the old guide ropes to which they had always clung—anger and timidity, lonesomeness and fear, judgment and the fear of being judged—they would free their spirits to seek and find a new way of being, new eyes through which to see.