“A rustle nearby startles me, until I realize it is only a tiny House sparrow foraging about.
Two more land nearby and so as not to disturb their scavenger hunt, I stand still and
observe them. I’ve always thought of sparrows as unremarkable, and yet watching these
little heads bobbing, I can’t help but notice the intricacy of their designs –
the contrasting shades of the plumage, the identifying streak of brown across their eyes,
and their undeniably sweet song.”

Excerpt from Writing Lessons #2: Sparrows

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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