Maya Angelou’s ‘I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings’ is achingly beautiful. I encourage you to read it ALOUD. . .
Before learning how to use my breath as well as other ‘flying’ techniques, I felt caged. I knew exactly where the edges were. I knew the limitations of my reach and approached them either with trepidation or conversely using a lot of energy to try to break free.
. . .The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown . . .
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends . . .Read More