During dinner on the porch tonight with cool breezes and friends we discuss bird sounds. What do we notice and when and what do our dogs notice and how do they respond. One dog barks at the early morning cardinal. One man wakes with the predawn mockingbird, I notice them all smile rollover and drift back to sleep with their celebration as a lullaby.
Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what we have forgotten, the world is to be celebrated.
Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what we have forgotten, the world is to be celebrated.
-Terry Tempest Williams, When Woman Were Birds, p 205
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