Something good came into my life when my husband Leonardo told me about Cowbird, the high quality of the stories and pictures from all around the world. It was mid of February and I took some days more to request an invitation and join this nice community with a first story. So I did my first flight over Cowbirdland, a bit timidly but soon feeling welcome!
Cowbird appeared to me when I needed conversation to feel able to share something of my life. It also have brought to me a sense of belonging to a tribe. I would describe Cowbird's place as a beautiful cockade with each writer as a colorful feather. I like so much the idea of Cowbird as a sagamore, a cacique calling everyone to speak one's own voice in the specific tone and accent, the beaks of the birds singing so dodecaphonic sometimes, while Earth spins our huge nest.
Ruminant birds, we are, telling, watching, asking, waiting, thinking of every flavor and every colorful sound flowing from the wings, Every feather becomes a "saga-more" in a cockade, quivering in the winds to spread vivid colors and tickles like words through a seashell reaching the ear.
I wish to be back soon to the nest, my place to watch how the planet sends and receives messages from the whole tribe. Its the first birthday of our plumy cow hostess. The future is mysterious for us under the protection of this magnetic creature, like the adventure of joining it for the first time and talking to it. I hope it goes on in the happiness of feeding our souls, making us grow together, and being gently fed by the moments and stories whe share - a sweet surprise every day!
(Picture: Cocar Tamoio, at www.indiosemmovimento.blogspot.com.br)