It is strange how loudly the world seems to speak these days. We tune our ears for poetry or birdsong, yet
what reaches us instead is a constant thrum of claims, counterclaims, and headlines that shapeshift before
we have even absorbed them. When I began writing this Foreword, the mornings had just begun to lighten,
and the birdsong felt newly noticeable. It reminded me of something we all know but often forget: Truth
has its own music… we simply have to want to hear it.
I hope you read slowly. Let these pieces unsettle you a little - and inspire you a lot. And if you hear birdsong
as you finish, pause long enough to listen. It has been trying to tell us something all along.
