The Progression of Caged Birds

I feel like a sickly, caged bird today... looking at beautiful things to get my mind off of this icky cold and dreaming about where I'm supposed to be and the lovely places I've been. I love that I'm finding my  vision. I love how my heart aches a little with longing when I can finally see who I really am; what I look like. Every step now has to lead to that Me in that place. Even today in this old office chair gazing out of an old window surrounded by stacks of meaningless paper- bones of trees made obsolete for their purpose after a month slips by- is a step forward and not back. I'm biding my time; unfolding my world softly and slowly from the inside out.