The little Raven laid awake one night and contemplated her life.
She thought about the journey here, and how hard she’s had it.
She thought of all the battles won too though.
She reminded herself of how gentle life can be, like the whispy ends of a cloud or the petal of a small flower.
Life can also flow like the Ocean, it can either be turbulent or a lazy river.
The soil can be hard as stone, or gravel beneath your boot that crunches as you walk.
Winters can be frigid or warm as you sit around the warmest hearth.
No matter what. Whether I’m going through it or laughing my ass off… it’s all MINE. This journey is all me.
