When Women Were Birds

“When women were birds, we knew otherwise. We knew our greatest freedom was in taking flight at night, when we could steal the heavenly darkness for ourselves, navigating through the intelligence of stars and the constellations of our own making in the delight and terror of our uncertainty.” -Terry Tempest Williams

Inspirations | A Faery Song

“Soft moss a downy pillow makes,
and green leaves spread a tent,
Where Faerie fold may rest and
sleep until their night is spent.
The bluebird sings a lullaby, the firefly gives a light,
The twinkling stars are candles bright,
Sleep, Faeries all, Good Night.”

~ Elizabeth T. Dillingham, A Faery Song