birds

You need partners. Ones that will watch out while you are at the wheel. Ones who will hold the wheel steady while you set direction.

Ones that you won’t bother to look if they are looking. For you know they are. Ones who will spot a wrinkle that you spent hours trying to hide from the world. Even when you did all that you did to hide it from the world, you were pretty sure you couldn’t ever hide it from them.

It is in partnerships that moments come alive. Love blossoms. Possibilities emerge. New realities come alive.

It starts with trust. Have you experienced it?

Reflections can be pointed. The lake held a piece of wood that was enough of a perch for a bird!
We all have faces. This poem by Derek Walcott moves me beyond its words.

The time will come 
when, with elation 
you will greet yourself arriving 
at your own door, in your own mirror 
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat. 
You will love again the stranger who was your self. 
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart 
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored 
for another, who knows you by heart. 
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes, 
peel your own image from the mirror. 
Sit. Feast on your life.

It’s early in the morning. The Sun is unleashing a fresh crimson on an early sky which still seems besotted with the night gone by.

The Sun is there. Persistent yet silent. The only loud statement coming from it action : a constant rising.

People warm up to the Sun. But before people do, the birds set off a note of welcome. Loud. Joyful. Synchronous in their randomness. And as they announce their presence the giant temple gopuram of several centuries seems to nod and smile.

A new day is here. The Sun is out. It’s time to flap your wings and fly.

Fly.

(at Meenakshi Amman Temple)

There is character to much of Europe and its people. The open spaces define it.

It invites you to come in, stretch the muscle and the mind. Indulge in conversation. Catch up with a book. Sit back cuddling a coffee. Or watch people do all of the above and more.

Suddenly from nowhere, you realise the space has given a flight to your dreams. The asynchronous flutter of wings of pigeons announce lift off.
Suddenly much around you seems different.

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