Green is under my feet and above my head is blue. There is a natural boundary. Sometimes I am a thing. I am a bird and I live in the trees. I make my house on the plants. Singing in the early morning, I wake up everyone who is listening to my song. I fly …
Category: Transformation
Window
I saw a piece of paper out my window flying in different directions and I followed it wanting to be that piece of paper I started to think of all the places that piece of paper would go and how many times it would get stuck how long would …
My View From Above
My mother likes to travel very much, but she didn’t have the energy to travel with me before I was seven years old, so my world was basically just the distance from school to home. Every night at seven o’clock, my father would turn on the TV to watch the news. I learned that our …
The Story of the Owl
The frigid November air nipped at my skin, my eyes watering as I looked to the sky. I was never fond of the night, and yet, I found comfort in the bright full moon, the songs of the critters, and even in those seemingly endless stars. I had never felt more unimaginably small. In the …
Red Delicious
What strange neighbors surround me! For example, there’s this tall, yellow fellow with surprisingly soft skin that I touch. Or this peculiar lady with a rough orange side, from whom such a delightful scent emanates. Sun? Sea? In the first moments, it was strange and somewhat frightening to inspect the neighbors, especially this shaggy creature …
Lingering Extinction
Fluctuations, trembling my foundation. Extinction lingers in the air. Yet hope persists, defying despair’s domination. Determination becomes my salvation, my prayer. Within a star-studded atmosphere, solace I seek, An escape from reality’s hold, a momentary retreat. Unabated, I eke out my days, As my nights dissolve in a hazy maze. Extinction lingers in the air. …
At Forty, Rediscovering My Lost Self
What does turning forty mean for a woman? In your eyes, does it mean fading beauty, loss of competitiveness, and undesirable changes in physique? Or perhaps it signifies a life filled with wisdom, rich experiences, profound insights into life, composure, and self-confidence? Maturity and resilience? Or being elegant yet fashionable? For me, turning forty marked …
At Seventy
I will be seventy years old next month. Somebody said, “Your life starts when you are seventy years old.” Somebody else said, “When you are seventy years old, you start to have hypertension, diabetes, and disease.” I assume you are happy in your life every day. As such, my advice and my wishes are as …