Tuesday, April 5, 2016
April 5, 2016
My beautiful birds. Must you fly? This is getting extremely difficult. So many feathered memories. I actually feel sick thinking of saying goodbye to these friends. Little mechanical caged bird was rescued from the set of Importance of Being Earnest. Peacock feathers were plucked from Atahualpa's cape in Royal Hunt of the Sun. Mexican embroidered birds from Socorro used to only come out for the Christmas tree. How did they find a permanent home in my dining room? I remember the wee sparrow sat on Elliot's desk. The duck train, the pelican bowl, my carvings. I can't bear this.
"Life is a balance of holding on and letting go" Rumi