“Writers are tortured souls,” says a member, in recent Commonwealth writers circle, Asia. Enough said,
be kind to the voice in you. In us. Don’t tell people who they are. Listen. Respect their lives. We live in our humilities. They can take us to other realms if we’re careful to not be self piteous, or pretend we are god. I am a piece of dust, in oyster earth.
While my son was still in primary, I was teaching, (so many labels for Personality Development) playing in a mud pit with young Tania, when Mme.Nayati looked in on us in the pit,
said she wanted one of my new watercolors, my P 23 series,
she took 3, said it was gorgeous, pronounced a smile and left. Ignored the payment. Over the years I’ve not learned how to tell people what they’re doing when they disregard another human’s work, but this:
The stunning works of CHARLIE MACKESY
nothing changes the fabulous world we have inherited, we’re here. Let’s hear our voice. Not the one a passerby might box out of you, but that God given blessed thing strumming your fingers…yelling for your attention. Maybe thats why Nayati did what she did, she hadn’t even heard her own beauty.
The stunning CHARLIE MACKESY
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