Lying in bed by the window I’ve been watching the Bird Channel all day long. Little birds all have very important work to do, especially so in winter. Day after day they must keep the Universe happy. And the Universe delights in Song. So, even if their little feet are numb from cold or if their tummies hurt really badly, they turn all their pain and misery into a song. And that is Art.
So, it’s my wish, that in the coming year we all become little birds, making melodies and tunes not just out of our happiness and joy (anyone can do that) but also out of our despair and pain, loneliness and sadness. Because that’s why we’re here… to offer something of our small selves to the world.