|- mixed media collage from older journals -|
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