I do not want to leave, I am happy where I am. The grass is green, the sun is warm, and the spot is good. I like it here. Simple. Honest. Home.
Sacha asked me, Mommy, why do we have to go back to France, when my entire life is here?
How can I answer his underline question? Love surrounds him, and his heart sails on a vast blue ocean. Why clip his new budding wings with reasons his heart does not want to understand.
It is hard to fly away, when the nest is warm.
I know Sacha… it is hard to say good bye.
photo: Cermanic bird in my cousin’s garden. Bought in Mendocino from a local potter.
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