How shall we live?
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, that the world is meant to be celebrated.
– Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds
My life flows on an endless song
Above earth’s lamentation
I hear the sweet though faroff hymn
That hails a new creation.
Through all the tumult and the strife
I hear the music ringing
It finds an echo in my soul
How can I keep from singing?
– Old Christian Hymn