Of Wings and Long Arcs
1 There are seasons when the ground teaches, and seasons when the air takes over.
2 The air does not carry the unprepared; it carries the practiced who finally release.
3 Many mistook pressure for punishment and did not see it shaping the wing.
4 Lift is born where weight meets motion, not where weight is denied.
5 Some flew early and burned. Some waited and grew strong.
6 When arrival nears, the labor changes from striving to steering.
7 Those who survived long crossings begin to recognize one another by posture alone.
8 They do not circle to prove altitude; they glide to conserve life.
9 The elders of the sky do not shout directions — they tilt, and others feel north.
10 A feather on the path is not a command, but a reminder of design.
11 No wing is forged in stillness; no landing is rushed without loss.
12 The long arc is not a detour — it is how fragile things learn endurance.
13 When many lift at once, the air itself remembers its purpose.
14 Arrival is not rest; it is a change of work.
15 Blessed are those who trust the glide, for they have already learned to fly.