Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
My soul is in the sky.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The birds brought seed & flowers & bits of brightly colored string & placed them in her hair while she slept so that she would remember the wild joy of spring when she finally awoke.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
O no, she said, you can't say just anything to the wind. Only the deepest secrets will do.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
That night, there were storms & far away she saw purple lightning & someone left the window open & the room filled with a swirl of butterflies & she slipped out quietly without anyone noticing & I'm sure the grief was softer because of that.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Your love will be safe with me.