From The Restory -Conversations On The Journey (181)

The Unexamined Life (?)

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"Bird Song" is about a world that has been so thoroughly "examined," paved over, and stripped of its mystery that we are left with a paralyzing silence. It's a cry for re-enchantment. The "examination" here is the hyper-rational, concrete-pouring progress that has led to a spiritual and ecological crisis.

· "sing me a song and put me back to sleep / from the trees, breathe life back into me"

This is a desire to return to a dreamlike, unanalytical state. She isn't asking for a lesson, but for a lullaby—a song that ends thought, not provokes it. It's a wish to be re-connected to the natural, unconscious world ("the trees") to be healed.

May horizons that stretch wide open for you.

With all our love.

George & Matilda

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