It is quiet as a snowflake
It contains all sound
It dances to the rhythm of every raindrop
It never moves
It is the origin of any order
It is the seed of chaos
It loves and is loved by life
It is practice for death
It sweetly ferments in the soul
It is sober as a February morning
It keeps the company of all
It is the lonely scream
It is being born
It gave birth to everything
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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