"words, words, words..."

Two experiences that influenced the creation of Birdsong: standing upon the extreme edge at Dover, rain-drenched, sea-lashed; walking the springtime streets of Washington after a storm, thousands of trees in bloom raining heavy petals, puddles filled with color, air filled with scent, sun shimmering. 

We were too weak because we were too strong - the height of the cliff, the loss of love.

If you want to leap, I will come along - the surrender to love, the fulfillment of all identity. 

Bring miraculous cliffs to the ground!