Shawn L. Bird

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poem-wings November 23, 2016

Creeping along, devouring everything in sight,


wrapped up in strings of your own making

wound up in yourself


waiting for wings.

Patience is a virtue.

You break free, stretch,

the new you quivers with discovery.

You fly,  fill life with sweetness,

bring joy to those who watch you

waltz with the wind


you fall life-less.

The core of you crumbles,

but the breeze captures the wings left behind

and carries them,

curling and flipping

to the sky.



wings and roots September 15, 2010

Filed under: Pondering — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:50 am
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The Pear Tree offers us a meme and invites us to write this week on this image:


A glowing word shining through the text of Pride and Prejudice reminds us that it is family that is the root of our pride and our prejudices.  We admire our parents and desire to emulate them, we delight in the successes of our children, we’re proud of their accomplishments.  If our world is small and our world view is limited, we may be passing down our narrow-minded perspectives to our children.  We don’t like fish, so we don’t feed our kids fish, and they don’t eat them so they don’t feed them to their kids.  We didn’t know people of colour, so we don’t associate with them, and are uncomfortable if our kids do.  Passing along prejudices generation through generation. 

Education is a dangerous thing.  It teaches new ways of seeing, different perspectives on life.  A strong family can indoctrinate or it can elucidate.  A weak child doesn’t question, but the strong child will want to know more than the parents can explain.  The saying tells us to give our children roots and wings.  A strong grounding in security and self-acceptance can empower the next generation to have faith in themselves and their aspirations.  Children’s roots are not to tether them to the Earth but to give them the strength and allows them to believe they can push off and fly.  Family is left looking into the sky after their kids.  Are they aghast, full of fearful prejudice of the new world, or are they proud, clapping in delight and celebrating the new world their children are discovering?

May the pride in our roots not prejudice the height our wings can reach.


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