a quiet launch,bread rises with no fanfare a summer silence,petal leaf opens to the light of the moon a first flight,baby bird wings span to trust the air Sandwiched in the middle ofriots and illness,anger and death, a door appears.Possibility greets her. The hidden Holy trails beside her,visible form emerges before her. She follows the splendor of ideasto see them come to fruition. There is no-one there to witness.No balloons lifted.No congratulations spoken.No pat on the back. It’s a silent reckoning.a nod to herself —she is doing the workshe is called to do. She sparks the sage,arms move to the…