Francesca, this read like a breath held in the dark—then released, finally, into sound. The Scops Owl’s patience moved me deeply, as did the tender way you held the nightingale’s hesitancy without judgment. That “maybe tomorrow” pierced something familiar. I’ve had many “maybe tomorrows” myself. Thank you for showing how the song is already there, even before it's sung.
Beautiful!
Thank you, Amrita. 🙏✨
Cesca! I saw this as a children’s picture book with a few lines on each page and stunning illustrations. It’s beautiful ✨
Gosh, thank you! I'll have to think about it. I wonder if my daughter could so some illustrations... Thank you so much, Trudi :) Lots of love, Cesca x
I bet she could! 🥰
Francesca, this read like a breath held in the dark—then released, finally, into sound. The Scops Owl’s patience moved me deeply, as did the tender way you held the nightingale’s hesitancy without judgment. That “maybe tomorrow” pierced something familiar. I’ve had many “maybe tomorrows” myself. Thank you for showing how the song is already there, even before it's sung.
Yes. Sing. You’ll hear yourself and that’s where it begins. ❤️
You’re a great singing encourager!! 🤗✨🙏🩷
Lovely.