We must perish again and again in the storms that make life possible.
Belted Hermit and Bishop Hermit Hummingbirds by John Gould, 1861.
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I am often on the verge of tears or laughter.
It is necessary, while in darkness, to know that there is a light somewhere, to know that in oneself, waiting to be found, there is a light.
Questions like: How are we supposed to live with joy in a world that seems to want us to love other people but then roughly separates us from them in the end, no matter what? With a foreword by the Robin Wall Kimmerer, and contributions as variegated as Ursula K.