Sometimes we don’t know what it is that we’ve captured. We know it’s magical. And the most beautiful thing we’ve ever held in our hands.
We can’t believe that we’ve been asked to let it go. And that’s the mystery of it — not that the Firebird is (we’ve accepted that, it’s there in our grasp!) but the letting go — because we can’t yet know the blessings that will follow. Or even if they’ll follow.
