“Donne à ton enfant des ailes, mais n’oublie pas de lui donner des racines”

I came across this saying today “give your child wings but don’t forget to give it roots”. What a wise thing to say. My parents told me that they would support me in whatever I wanted to do, even if they didn’t always agree with it. Thus they gave me my freedom but it was still attached by an umbilical cord and thus the roots in my family went ever deeper. However, this freedom didn’t always manifest itself in my adult life in relationships with other people. Faucon told me to think of myself as an owl that has never been allowed to fly.

As I write this I can hear a blackbird singing its head off outside my window and am reminded of the song by the Beatles of the same name:

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these broken wings and learn to fly

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arrive

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these sunken eyes and learn to see

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to be free.

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly

Into the light of a dark black night.

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly

Into the light of a dark black night.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these broken wings and learn to fly

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arise

You were only waiting for this moment to arise

You were only waiting for this moment to arise

My heart bag is therefore covered with some of the feathers I have collected over the years – gifts from above, I call them.

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