Refuge: An Unnatural History of Family and Place
"Our correspondences have wings - paper birds that fly from my house to yours - flocks of ideas crisscrossing the country. Once opened, a connection is made. We are not alone in the world."
"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"
"I pray to the birds because they remind me of what I love rather than what I fear. And at the end of my prayers, they teach me how to listen."