Last night, I dreamed about a bird. I was standing outside on the deck on the third floor of our home. Our home is located high in the sky on the side of an Appalachian mountain.
A dark gray falcon that I had seen before flew to a nearby tree. It was small, but fierce, trim, vital and beautiful in its humble gray feathers. I could see its hooked beak and its yellow eye. It flew nearer, to a branch I could almost touch….
On Valentine’s Day, a time set aside for love, romance and reckless abandon in the arms of your beloved, how is your heart? To me, it seems the ancients knew the essence of Heart not as a moment of passion, but instead as a lifetime of courage, unity, and deep connection.
