I love the way they can look lit from within, kind of like some people.
Looks peaceful, doesn’t she? Hard to believe this is the thing that I fear most of tangible things. So swans are how I face my other fears of the moment that are much less tangible and much bigger. Strange how the mind and heart work.
Why am I terrified of swans? Because when I was five Daddy took me down to Forest Lawn to visit his aunt’s and uncle’s graves. And let me visit the swans. He told me not to stick a finger out and I did anyway.(in typical fashion, he did call me Mary, Mary quite contrary). Anyhoo I was quite badly bitten and bloody and needless to say didn’t get a lot of sympathy from Dad.
Hey it was twice my size and really pretty. Who knew something of such beauty could be so bad tempered?
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