Mother bird chases the sunset. She remembers when she was a young bird. She sees the feathers of the lost brothers and sisters in her dreams. She made it. She stayed in the nest and was fed and cared for. … Continue reading
The bird can be so unkind. Pecking the youngest of the family just because he is so loud. The bird does not like competition for it is centre of its own world. This family is its domain. The bird owns … Continue reading
The bird listens to the song – is calm and quiet, sometimes it even joins in. It may sense a prayer – for it is gentle and still. It sleeps even as the song progresses. Caged bird – if only … Continue reading
Writers who persevere are a wonder! For the next few days you are going to read a conversation between Hazel Menehira and myself. At the end of these few days I will publish the interview in a full post at … Continue reading
What inhibits some people from dancing, but makes others unable to live without it? I love to dance but not in front of people. I dance with music in my room – secretly. I dance with words. Dance is a … Continue reading
