On my half birthday I read this very upsetting article entitled Sick birds mean shoddy birdies in The Seattle Times. Feathers used in shuttlecocks have been short in quantity and quality since millions of geese in China have been slaughtered to contain bird flu. The results can be felt by badminton players worldwide. My dad taught me a reverence for Badminton in my youth, earning me a place on the all city badminton team in LA. My passion for this fantastic sport continues to this day.
With all the Global Warming, pollution and war and war and war, I am feeling pretty down. Somehow dots just ain't doin' it for me right now. I'm wanting to build altars for the birds, the fish, and all of us who are living in this global whateveritis. I am starting with these. Three dimensional altars, stonehenge somethings that will protect my feathers, my stones, my sea creatures, my teabags and help my heartbreak for our planet. I'm only getting started but I feel there is a lot to explore. The other nite, I looked at a favorite book on Lenore Tawney, and was struck at how much she has inspired me and continues to do so. Homage a Global and to Ms. Tawney.