What a profound metaphor: that singing begins when the cage door opens. Do we wait and wait for ‘someone’ to open the door or do we push it open and hope we know how to sing?
This is wonderful. Range, depth, humour, and your haunting words- “February 18 would be the day...she would step into mystery”-could not mark the anniversary of her departure more fittingly.
MG writing as P Page: that is a delicious, Sibylline thought! And Feb.18, at 30: how moving.
Thanks for there, Bill!
From another, lesser PK:)
This is so wonderful; intricate. Thanks again, Bill.
What a profound metaphor: that singing begins when the cage door opens. Do we wait and wait for ‘someone’ to open the door or do we push it open and hope we know how to sing?
This is wonderful. Range, depth, humour, and your haunting words- “February 18 would be the day...she would step into mystery”-could not mark the anniversary of her departure more fittingly.
Merci.
I think Mavis would add, “Milles choses”