Sunday, August 16, 2009
Climbing Back into My Cage
Don't get me wrong. I love my cage. It's enormous. I can do all the things I love in the cage, reading, singing, playing guitar, my puppets, even cooking.
But it is still a cage.
There is nothing like flying free.
I have been flying free this summer.
My favorite parts: My son's wedding. Beautiful. Utah. Wow. Reading two chapter books in Spanish. I feel so proud. Web 2.0 class online. Lots of new out there. My writing class. Still trying to process all I learned. Going to Galveston, twice. Fun. Walking at the track every day. Free therapy for body and brain. And, gee whiz, reading every day, all day sometimes. Happy day!
I opened the door of my library last week and Houdini, the old blue parakeet, was out of his cage. My library is big, enormous really, with very tall ceilings. But what was Houdini doing? Sitting there, on top of his cage. He'd been out a while and he was ready to have me put him back in his cage. He was ready to get back in there, with his parakeet buds and his food and water and his toys.