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 with joy.
TTW cites the hermit thrush; the song sparrow.
Eve took the apple from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil and is no longer a bird. On pg 89, TTW writes "What I came to appreciate was how the transgression of Eve was an act of courage that led us out of the garden into the wilderness."
The garden is filled with mosquitoes, thorns, predators and prey. We are predators. A wasp stings; poison ivy burns. Biting the apple is revelation. A garden more clearly perceived is a wild place.
TTW concludes "there is comfort in keeping what is sacred inside, not as a secret, but as a prayer. " The sacred is that which must be kept private.
Pg 92, "The world begins with yes."