— for Savannah Scout
Flap. Flap as hard as you can.
It will feel foreign.
Jarring.
Off-balance.
You, who’ve always moved with grace, will stumble.
You’ll feel unsure in ways you never have.
Doubt will swell where confidence once stood.
That’s how you know you’re growing.
Don’t let fear upend you.
Don’t hand your thread to anyone who might unravel you.
You are exactly where you need to be.
Keep going. Fight.
Every question you can’t answer
will turn into wisdom you didn’t know you were seeking.
Every obstacle you face
will become a story someone else will need to hear.
Be brave. Be fierce.
Every challenge, every triumph, led you here.
Dig deep.
Then dig deeper.
Remember the times you thought you’d break—and didn’t.
You’ve already survived gales
determined to tear you apart.
Spread your wings.
Then stretch them further.
Build momentum.
And then…
Glide.
Look around.
Feel the breeze kiss your skin,
feel the strength beneath your wings.
You’ve earned this peaceful height.
Pause.
Let it sink in.
Take in the view—the horizon ahead,
the ground you’ve left behind.
Honor how far you’ve come.
Breathe.
Let the stillness calm your chest.
Celebrate this sky.
Feel your heart race with laughter.
Feast on the joy of what you’ve done.
Reward yourself.
Be proud.
Even brag a little.
You launched.
You left.
You flapped until you flew.
And when your soul is nourished…
Land. And build something.
Don’t just touch down—plant yourself here.
Let it wrap around you
like a second skin.
Invest.
Be curious.
Listen closely—
the earth beneath you is ready to teach.
Find fulfillment.
Work with purpose.
Be of service—not because you must,
but because lifting others
lets you rise too.
Let your roots grow deep.
But stay flexible.
Able to bend.
This is your life now.
You are the creator—
the architect of what comes next.
Build with passion.
With what sets your soul on fire.
Be intentional.
And get lost sometimes.
This space you’ve carved—
nurture it.
Grow it.
And when you feel grounded and whole…
Soar.
Ignite with the force of a thousand storms.
Make the earth tremble.
Shout to the sky—bold, unrelenting.
Set the world ablaze
with everything you have inside you.
Climb—nothing holds you now.
Let the air carry your name.
Sail unafraid.
Be uncontainable.
Ferocious.
Free.
Let the unknown dare you.
Etch your fire across the sky
with every move that’s yours alone.
Then look around—
I’ll be there.
Beneath you.
Behind you.
Beside you.
Still with you.
Changed, maybe.
Soaring too.
“Don’t hand your thread to anyone who might unravel you.”
That line simply stops me in my tracks. AHHHHHH.
It's such a powerful image. We're all holding onto our own threads, the essence of who we are, and it’s crucial who we entrust with them. Some people know how to weave with our threads, adding strength and beauty, while others might just pull and tug until everything comes undone. It’s a reminder that we need to be discerning about who we allow into our inner circle. Who are we letting have influence over our spirit, mind, and dreams? Who is helping, and who is harming? This line encourages self-reflection and setting boundaries. It's easy to let well-meaning people, or even people who don't mean well, take pieces of us. But this is our life to build, our fire to ignite, and we have to keep our essential threads safe from being lost.
"Let the air carry your name."
I think a mother setting her daughter free has special powers, whether our daughters need us to do that for them or not. This is infinitely more touching than I can express, Erin.