I watch the flight of a flock of pigeons from my window this morning. As I sip my cappuccino and write in my journal, I know they are my spirit guides. What do these scavengers of the city teach me?
I watch the flight of a flock of pigeons from my window this morning. As I sip my cappuccino and write in my journal, I know they are my spirit guides. What do these scavengers of the city teach me?