Thank you, Trudy Kleckner, for sending these paper airplanes out into the world! Whether outside, breathing in Nature, or deep inside herself with loss and fear her companions, she reminds us ti breathe, to reflect, and to be like her old knife that "with its steady beat/goes on." I delight in her delight and discovery--of butterflies in the grain of the bathroom door, that she is the tree that "continues to grow around its own wound/that continues to reach ever upward to the sun, leaves full of light," and countless other miracles. This is a Spirit, a Strength (and I use the initial caps advisedly!) who has her feet firmly on the earth but whose words so, indeed, pour into the air like paper airplanes. Keep writing, Trudy Kleckner! Keep writing!