Howard Is
Lucky Mud
When I was a boy I killed a wagtail (bird) with a slingshot. I was just testing my skill, but when I killed her I was bereft and guilt ridden.
That guilt lasted for 25 years. Then one day I was lying on my back under a tree and two wagtails hovered about a foot above me, one at my feet and the other over my heart.
I felt an extraordinary sense of well-being and forgiveness.
That guilt lasted for 25 years. Then one day I was lying on my back under a tree and two wagtails hovered about a foot above me, one at my feet and the other over my heart.
I felt an extraordinary sense of well-being and forgiveness.