“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
~Terry Tempest Williams
I was on a walk today and I noticed a page loose from a book on the sidewalk. I casually stepped over it and continued on. On my return, the same path, I picked up the page. Serendipity. A page from a book I had swooned over this summer. Deep, insightful.
Earlier in the day my daughter and I had a deep discussion of shared life emotions. The universe lets us connect when we need to connect. The page was a reminder of the mother/daughter bond . Send the energy out, it is returned. When women were birds, mothers and daughters flew together. We are still spirit birds. Let us stretch out our wings and take flight side by side. Celebrate love and support of each other.
Big Horn Mountains
As a working artist/retired art educator, I've always lived the artful life. Let's share!