"I cannot trip on my cobbled existence when I am lighter than air." ~ Amy Sperry Faldet
"A cloud is made of billows upon billows upon billows that look like clouds. As you come closer to a cloud you don't get something smooth, but irregularities at a smaller scale."
I have noticed that irregularities in the cobbled path make such an interesting journey. When I am grateful, when I notice, when I give love, I do not trip. Instead I see the cobbled irregularities of this path and life as rain-soaked colors below me, beautiful to behold. They are a mosaic of my trials, my accomplishments, my dear acquaintances and wings of loved ones on my back. The pebbles, placed just so are my perfect journey. Knowing this, I can look down at them and see them from my white billows and know their perfection. I am lighter than air.
I am sending out a little cheer to my dear Duchess!
Visit and your cheer to her will be doubled in faerydust, tea, and sweet light.