I’ve been thinking a lot about Freedom this week – and how much of it I have. Not too much – but just enough to make me careless sometimes. Careless in that I forget it is there. I allow myself to become ringfenced by small worries and anxieties. And I sit around in that cage – peering through the bars at what could be.
Then I saw these birds – painted by Brazilian street artist L7m around Sao Paolo: an expression of the spirit of his homeland. They reminded me on a poem by the incomparable Maya Angelou – that soul-singer-blues-player-truth-teller of poets. And they work together so well.