I know why the caged bird sings
I was leaving for India several years ago when my life took on new travels, new adventures, new expansions but Asia and India are always present in my imagination. I traveled there with Theroux in his books. I turned my head at Jazz Fest to see my friend who had just returned from India wearing an orange sari with a flowing pink scarf – colors that are not present enough in our world. I do my yoga and listen to Michele interpret the Sanskrit and ground us deeper in the teachings of a distant land. So when Sandy Burshell sent an invitation to her art exhibit and had this on the postcard – I was struck by the Giac Lam Lagoda, a Buddhist temple in Ho Chi Minh city, one of the oldest temples there and despite all reasons to be pinching pennies, I threw care to the wind and bought it for the LaLa:
