Leaving Quietly

Leaving Quietly

There is something about the way birds leave. No announcement. No apology. Just wings.

Today, I watched a pigeon rise from the edge of an old building—the kind of place that has seen too much to hold anything. The bird didn't hesitate; it simply left.

It didn't ask if it was the right time. It didn't wait for the wind to soften. It flew because it could.

And maybe that's what I'm learning. That not every ending needs to be explained. That sometimes is enough to know that this place no longer holds me.

We hold on to old mental, emotional, and relational structures because we think we owe them something. We confuse memory with home.

Home is anywhere you soften and expand.

That bird reminded me: Freedom doesn't always roar. Sometimes, it's a quiet lift, just enough to lift what's been weighing you down.

What old place - inside or outside - are you quietly outgrowing?

@piri

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