I have recently revisited the work of Terry Tempest Williams and I feel amazed that I could possibly have forgotten how magnificent her writing is. I'm obsessed. It's getting out of hand.
Do you know her work When Women Were Birds: Fifty-Four Variations on Voice? If not, let me treat you to a favorite snippet...
"Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what we have forgotten, that the world is meant to be celebrated."
Obsessed. She has a new book almost out that I'm dying to get my hands on, The Hour of Land: A Personal Topography of America's National Parks. Don't miss out on her work.