Years ago a friend brought the little bird
to the studio for Jim to mend. I just loved
that little bird.When David came to pick up
the little bird and several pieces of jewelry
he gave me the little bird.
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...
__Terry Tempest Williams
1 comments:
What a lovely blog! Hope is a Thing with Feathers, Emily Dickinson
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