I want to feel both the beauty and the pain of the age we are living in. I want to survive my life without becoming numb. I want to speak and comprehend words of the wounding without having these words become the landscape where I dwell. I want to possess a light touch that can elevate darkness to the realm of the stars…..
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