May 112011
 

After driving for about three hours, I pulled over at a rest area / point of interest and found myself at the geographical center of the 48 contiguous states of America. Ironically a town called Lebanon. The marker was right next to a grave yard and there was no shade at all, but just off the parking area, a dirt road led to a nice little grove along what seemed like a dry riverbed. I drove down there and parked in the shade to have lunch and a rest. I opened all the windows and the door to get a breeze through. I sat down to make a sandwich and suddenly I was startled by a bird, swallow like, that had entered my home and was hovering right in front of me, like a hummingbird, just looking around and right at me… I panicked, as I thought she would start flying into things not knowing how to get out. But just as quick as she came in, she flew right out the door again.
For the next five minutes, I sat on the steps and watched this rough-winged swallow and her two buddies fly up, down and across in front of me, getting real close and trusting me completely. I know they were there to tell me something and I got the message…

unleashed …
she carries me
on her wings