A Mending Shift

a bird sings, not because if has an answer to give, but because it has a song to sing … this is my song

What Is My Music—and Who Will Play It?

| April 23, 2008

Share Have you ever been reading a book and got to a sentence—or thought—that stops you in your tracks? Where you try to continue reading, but the gravitational pull of the sentence keeps bring you back to its words? Then that moment comes when you resist fighting it, dog-ear the page, put the book down [...]