To sing at dawn. To sing at dusk.

In the midst of our happiness and our sorrow.

Is life.

And so.

At the very end of her book, When Women Were Birds: Fifty-Four Variations on Voice, Terry Tempest Williams asks,

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 will remember what we have forgotten, that the world is meant to be celebrated.

For our children.

We must sing.


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