This is to express my appreciation of Noralyn Mustafa’s article “Morning song and other sounds” (Opinion, 8/5/13). I am also one kind of Nora, my full name is Honorata, hence Nora is the root word.
I am in awe of her writing. What a gift she has! I am jealous of her, for having struck friendship with birds and swallows, witnessing them pecking bits and morsels of food strewn in their direction. I guess that these birds are possessed of human senses like we do.
Saying goodbye is a little short of dying. But why need us ever to say it?
Noralyn, you hear morning songs at your roof top, as I do in my little garden. Is not our breath (we call it Mu in Zen) enough to envision our bird-friends flying in again?
Oh, my dear Noralyn, why do you write so well?
I am your Lola Nora, (standing in the line marked “pre-departure area”).
—HONORATA VICENCIO,
honorata_vicencio@yahoo.com.ph