the dodo comes home to roost

Ann of Norway What have you seen, where did you see it, was it real, how did you manage to become there when you are here? I miss out sometimes with your refs. to modern songs that I don't know-Shams? The sailing song I do know! "the love i have is a blessing that wipes away the karma of time," And then you dance among the stamens of the croci is it (pl) crocus and are covered wit its pollen absolutely mind bogglingly stunningly wonderfully said, my imagination goes in a spin of delight and I am transported into another element, am no longer of this mundane grey-white of Winter but in the exotic south where mango trees house their tangerine coloured fruits and peacocks strut and stamp their feet full-feathered and courting, the paradise birds and those upright still-standing herons reside as chiefs, but where is the dodo? That bonnie bird with its minuscule wings, its stupid smile and its kindly nature, that offer; in all our minds reminding us of the fleeting life on this globe, its doom to come and its total destruction inevitable, even though it will be several millions of years away, it will be destroyed just as the dodo was, eaten up by the greedy travelling sailors who found a bird with no fear. But this is a plea and as such a most lovely one showing the frustration and hurt, fear and wondering, at the why, I know dear Anna and I know the feelings too. Excruciating. Love to my dear sister in need, Ann XXOO

I love you (hugs).... the mutes back I would reach across oceans if I could right now love Jayne-Chloe x x x x