When I was small, I’d draw a little home for myself in crayons, a rough wooden tree house. From the tree house I dreamed up slowly I’d look up at night and listen to wind music rippling in the stars. Everything was different when I was up in the air, living, and the way things looked down on the ground.
This blog will be an attempt at treehouse living as an adult; what does the world look like when you step out of it for a few minutes? I’ll write about things affecting masses; quick notes from days in my life; random and mostly gawky photography; and yes! the poems I keep scribbling on paper napkins and bookmarks.
If you’d like to tell me what you think of this, write me at malini(DOT)loonybird(AT)gmail(DOT)com
