“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: Fifty-Four Variations on Voice")
I so love the word picture that this quote brings to my heart and mind . . . women fearlessly singing together as gorgeously feathered beings, soaring, nesting in shady trees, feeding their hatchlings, so filled with life energy that their celebration songs heal our wounded world.
Wouldn’t it be remarkable, for women and also men to collaborate safely in community - like the birds - to freely express their truths and unlimited strengths . . . all to bring more love and well-being to this planet? I feel this vision is wildly real when there’s a shared acceptance about the transforming nature of love, a love that starts within each individual soul and flows outward to others like song.
Our Earth and all of us who journey here together are meant to be applauded and honored and celebrated. Let’s keep the power of affirmation alive. Let’s keep singing. Let’s continue to show up in love that persists, no matter what.