‘Learning can happen anywhere,’ I reason.
‘What is the need to go?’
‘Here or there, how does it matter?
I gulp the uneasiness in my throat and laugh.
It is difficult to let the bird fly when all you want to do is to hold, hug, hold closer.
‘Little bird, little bird, don’t fly away, not yet, not now’.
But it is true that life has to go on and separation is inevitable.
The little bird has to go, build a nest and make a home.
A new home.
Where you being yesterday, can not make house in tomorrow, so said Rumi.
Such is life.
Such is living.
Yet hope, keep the hope of love, of belonging.
And says she…
‘Now you don’t need me no, hun!’
‘Adopt, it seems, adopt!’
‘You are mother of all children, that child, this child, her smile, his talk…oho’
‘Ha..ha.. boyfriends also, hun…. What life!’
‘I want to see where all this goes, how far’
‘Don’t say you are busy, when I call, woman! hun!’
Then taka dhimi taka jam
and a purrr!!!