Canadian Songbird

“Everybody talks about genocides around the world, but when the killing is slow and spread over a hundred years, no one notices. Where there are no mass graves, no one notices. American outrage is always for show. It has a shelf life.”

“Just leave me alone. I’m not myself. I’m falling apart, and I don’t want you here.”

“Her walk counted. The fact that she was out there alone with her thoughts. Not much had happened. It wasn’t on her. She was kind of sad and kind of free.”

We didn’t think about how difficult change can be, the wounds left behind when you abandon the familiar. No one really leaves the place where they once focused all their attention: They're uprooted from home and take a piece of it with them.

“Speak to me of things the world has yet to truly understand, of the instant meaning of each bird’s call, of a child’s secret thoughts in her mother’s womb, of the measured rhythmical time of every man and woman’s breath, of the true colors of the inside of the moon, of the larger miracles in small things, the deeper mysteries.”