When Women are Birds
“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”
I borrowed the title of Terry T. William’s book for the name of my website but significantly changed; ‘were’, to ‘are ‘– present time. For when women are birds, we sing at dawn and dusk, and praise the world through joy.
Women, men, children, ‘Birds of a Feather,’ remember to praise the earth, our home in space. I hope some of the birds I have painted alone or in their various contexts will touch you in a particular way. Maybe you will carry them with you as a reminder to sing through your darkest hours knowing that everything passes in the stream of Love – Light upon Light.
I grew up knowing birds, loving birds. I love the mystery birds are, their songs, the different calls of ravens, their allusiveness darting through (or sitting hidden) among the branches of trees and bushes.
When I was young my father taught me the names of the local and migrating birds in the northern Illinois woods where I grew up. I was fortunate to have a parent who loved the wild, natural world and passed that love on to me.
I have been painting birds for as long as I can remember.
Santa Fe, New Mexico - 2014
“I hope you love birds too. It’s economical. It saves going to heaven. “ Emily Dickinson