constantly thinking about leaping. and growing my wings as i go. this has been a theme in my life for a while now. today, writing in my journal, and looking back to old journals - it hit me. the leap has been happening. the changes are constant. the steady flow of good feeling i have now compared to the questioning i used to have astounds me. it's a gentle movement, life is. once, my father said to me at a high school reunion of his, "time is a strange thing. day to day, not much seems to happen. but over years, the changes are evident." i didn't really get it then. i do now.
