Alis volat propiis - She flies with her own wings

I think that is a fitting first post. Don't you? To fly, to dare to jump from the confines and safety of a nest or a stable surface, is a risky thing the first time. Much like the first time a baby ventures to release the hands from the edge of the chair to dare to take just one teetering step away from the stable to the free. Similar to the child who takes that first terrifying ride on a 2-wheel bike, wobbling and tottering and parents watching and holding the breath. But they do soar. A few knocks along the way. A few tumbles, a few tears, but they learn. Each one does learn to take that adventure, that first step out into what seems a great big world.

I have never been one to do that...jump out...no plan...just leap.

My sweet Artist Friend told me months ago that blogging was just what I needed to do. So here goes. I am at the edge of that nest, teetering, looking down and out. I will jump.