While in Portugal, some questions came to mind:
Why so we build parks to but up gates and lock people out?
Why do we go to church only to leave with judgment?
A Creative Writing Piece:
While I was walking through the castle alleys in Lisbon, Portugal, I walked passed a lady looking out her window. I wanted to take a picture, but felt that would be too intrusive. Instead, I took a mental image, and wrote about it later. Here it is:
A green birdcage hangs the balcony above. A white bird whistles the thoughts, prayers, desires, dreams, fears, and hopes of the woman who does not speak. She has made a home in this space. It is alive with personality and the aroma of fresh herbs are emerging from the window and filling the shaded alley. The bird and grandmother have been together for years. No one knows how long. They are observing in silence. There is something to be found in the noise and rush of life, but in silence, there is peace. She has found this.
Some more writings coming later. Love and peace -
JP Popovich
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