a broken instrument still plays sweet music

On the other side of the world - I learned how to become a song

I wrote the following as an apology to my parents who had died long before I could harvest the words out of my garden heart.

I choose to believe there is magic in writing. I believe that even though my parents have returned to source here are still able to receive little postcards from me from time to time. Writing helps me to find peace amid the storm…