I would like to post things that inspire me. It could be: pictures, quotes, things people have told me — anything I think is worth sharing!
-Holly Meade
Shortly after arriving in New Zealand I took the kids to the library for their weekly story time The 4.5 year old and I were looking around when I came across this book. I am not sure exactly what drew me to it out of the hundreds on the shelf, but for some reason I felt compelled to read it to her. The children’s picture book felt like a sign that I had made the right decision to move and that it was all going to be okay.
-Holly Meade
If in all of forever,
I never endeavor
to fly, I won’t know if I can.
I won’t know if I can’t.
I won’t know if or whether
a flight I
might fly,
should I choose
to not ever give it a try.
On the wing,
I could try
and find
and I flap
and I flail,
flounder and plummet,
look foolish
and fail.
On the other wing,
I could try
and take flight,
rise high and
float free,
sail through the trees.
If I did endeavor, and found my wings clever,
I could see the world!
Or get lost in it.
My nest is so nice,
the nicest of nests.
Who needs to fly – ever?
I think I’ll forget
all about this “endeavor.”
But, look there…
if I don’t fly,
I won’t know
what it is
to swoop low
or soar high,
or what it’s like to
pluck a sweet bug
from the sky.
I won’t know how it feels to
scallop the air
with a dip
and a glide.
Or float alongside a friend.
I suppose
I could try
a little flap,
a flutter…
or two!
FLY!
Look at me!
I’m dipping and gliding
and daring and…
If I hadn’t endeavored
and found my wings clever,
I never a sky
would have scaled,
never a world
would have seen,
And never a friend would have found.
Friends of a feather,
I say, endeavor and
fly!
I believe that I was meant to read that book and I am so glad I have chosen to live my life and “fly”!
Smiling,
xo Amanda
brown eyed girl 
