Guest musician: Betsy Tinney, cello
Memory: I hadn’t left the house in days, but she went out and I went with her. Looking up intently, she was transfixed by what she saw and something in me woke.
Lesson: Beauty is everywhere, if only you will see it.
Lyrics
My window on the world
Is anchored to this spot
I'm used to driving distances
Across the map from dot to dot
Now when I look up
There's a ring of cedar trees around the sky
Ever constant, ever changing
As am I
Even standing still
Sundown and stepping out
To touch the grass and breathe in
She looked up
So I looked up
As 50 crows flew overhead
So silently I would have missed them
Otherwise
Wingtips tipped in vibrant orange light
Leaving me to bask
In the afterglow of crows' flight
Wingtips tipped in vibrant orange light
Leaving me to bask
In the afterglow of crows' flight
Even standing still
Even standing still
Hawks and moths and butterflies
Finches, jays and lullabies
Vultures riding thermals high
Hawks and moths and butterflies
Finches, jays and lullabies
Vultures riding thermals high
Even standing still
Even standing still
Even standing still
Even standing still
All is flux and so am I
Even standing still while I