She appeared to me in a dream as if I had walked in and disturbed her meditation, but there was no room of which to speak, and no icon to adore; only she who was seated in a sort of butterfly pose – legs crossed, back straight, shoulders at perfect ease. Her hands however rested … Continue reading Mother and child
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Kites
I cannot remember the last time I had flown a kite. I do recall the rush of a successful take-off when you catch the right wind, precisely when you need it. I remember the thrill and wonder that engulfed me as I watched the kite dancing in mid-air, twirling, swooping, always threatening to dive towards … Continue reading Kites
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