With words and images, I am telling my story. Through art, through sculpture, I am remembering HERstory...

Sunday, April 27

songbird serenade

- mixed media collage from older journals - 
Once again, I woke up before the sun.  My body feels rested and restored and ready to stretch through mindful breaths.  

Outside my window, songbirds serenade the sun or perhaps the moon or both. The sweet sounds of life and spring remind me of a short story:
Little Bird hatched from Mother’s ancient crystals with a precious gem balanced upon its beak.  
“Why am I here?” Little Bird asked Water Buddha. 
Little Bird, you are here to live.To breathe and to fly.To laugh and to cry...
excerpt from a series written many moons ago