The waters span wide.  The air open and clear.  We fly in a world of abundance yet so often we swirl in competition for the perfect bite.  Jockeying for our place in the sun.  Diving deep for what feeds us with such reckless abandon.  But, when we soar gently on the currents of the air, watch intently for the tell-tale shadow that slides below the glistening surface of the water, in that moment the abundance shines clearly …soaring and diving, not in fear of what others might take from us, rather in knowing there is plenty and we can in every moment be freely and completely fed.