Each morning Wren sends
Seeds of songs into the world
The future listens
“The seeds reconnected me with my grandmothers, and even my mother. I could imagine these women planting their gardens, singing to the plants as if they were children, harvesting the ripe corn, and choosing the best seeds for the next season. Here, in these lonely woods, I felt as if I belonged once again to my family, to my people.”
~ Diane Wilson, The Seed Keeper
Sound does not travel through space on its own. It is a formless vibration whose existence is intimately dependent on interaction and relationship with others. A birds song the reverberation of countless air molecules through ancient syrinx, transmitted through time by mimicry of a hundred thousand generations. Stories, culture and traditions resonations of shared story and word. Resonance of joy, love, fear and wounds passing through space in vibrational waves, connecting present with future and past through ethereal threads of movement.