Yesterday morning I was out taking pictures in the garden at dawn...
(I haven't knitted this for the sky scarf yet. Today marks 10 months of knitting a row in honor of each day.)
There is a song "Within the Rose," (which I discovered here) that is so completely stuck in my head right now. "You'll find me in the morning, hidden within the rose..."
Last night I went to hear Terry Tempest Williams read from her book, When Women were Birds, Fifty-four Variations on Voice. (Here's a link where you can hear the first chapter.) It's the first time I've gone to hear a writer read from a book they've written. I will never be able to read her books again without hearing her voice, that was the greatest gift of hearing her read.
My co-workers and friends that came to hear her with me kept thinking about the phrases that stuck in their head. The one that has stayed with me comes from reading the book, a paragraph where she speaks of dawn and dusk and birds and reminds us to remember "that the world was meant to be celebrated."
The birds will sing and we can too...