00:14:18.840Can we engage in the restoration of a different kind of storytelling, not just the stuff of myths, self-serving and corrupted, but stories that foster integrity with a fragmented nation?
00:14:30.140Can we change America's narrative of independence to one of interdependence, an interdependence beautifully rendered in the natural histories found in our public lands?
00:14:40.740These are parables of change and transition that might offer us maps
00:14:45.640to help us navigate our future in the era of a warming planet.0.99
00:14:52.880I must mention that in Canada, the government forced the Stoney Tribes people from their land0.94
00:14:58.160for the creation of Banff National Park.0.99
00:15:01.240As the National Post reports, when the Stonies were invited back in,
00:15:05.260it was for the annual Banff Indian Days,
00:15:25.580Terry adds details like this to the introduction of her book
00:15:29.320so that you can't go forth on her journey through the parks without knowing,
00:15:33.800without carrying that knowledge in your backpack.
00:15:36.520The indoor religion Terry writes about is Mormonism, and she still considers herself to be a Mormon,
00:15:41.460though certainly not one that conforms to all the rules.
00:15:45.720On seeing the Matt Stone, Trey Parker, send-up musical The Book of Mormon, Terry wrote,
00:15:50.780I was proud of my cultural heritage, embarrassed by it, heartbroken, and inspired by our hunger to not only be told a story, but be transformed by it.
00:27:58.020It was the right time to read her journals.
00:28:00.620They were exactly where she said they would be.
00:28:02.920Three shelves of beautiful, cloth-bound books.
00:28:09.020Some floral, some paisley, others in solid colors.
00:28:14.800The spines of each were perfectly aligned against the lip of the shelves.
00:28:19.200I opened the first journal. It was empty.
00:28:21.320I opened the second journal. It was empty.
00:28:24.860I opened to the third. It, too, was empty. As was the fourth, the fifth, the sixth. Shelf, after shelf, after shelf. All of my mother's journals were blank.
00:28:39.260In the book, these words are followed by 12 blank pages that the reader is forced to flip through,
00:28:48.580the silence resonating and multiplying inside the emptiness.
00:28:54.340It is one of the loudest silences I have ever experienced.
00:36:01.040Birds see more colors than humans in several ways.
00:36:04.680Not only are birds able to perceive the familiar rainbow of colors as well as parts of the
00:36:08.920ultraviolet spectrum that are invisible to human eyes, but they also have better visual
00:36:15.200acuity. This means birds can determine subtle differences between similar shades of color,
00:36:21.140gradations, that human eyes are not able to discern.
00:36:24.060The cells in the eye are responsible for colour detection, the cones are in the retina, and birds have four types of cones, rather than the three humans have.
00:36:36.020The exact number of cones varies with each bird's species, but it typically is higher than humans and all other mammals.
00:36:43.760When we read Terry, we aren't tourists in her world, flicking through images on a rack of postcards.
00:36:49.200not transported, we are transformed. We become, or perhaps more accurately for Terry, we return
00:36:55.360to our previous state of being birds. Being the birds in her air. We see differently. Colors that
00:37:04.320were always present become more vivid, more nuanced, and more importantly, the environment
00:37:08.780becomes an extension of ourselves. Being a witch is not to create imaginary colors, but rather to
00:37:15.340see the colors that science and souls and birds know are there. What we know and what we dream
00:37:22.860adding layers to augment our reality. When Women Were Birds ends like this. I thought I was writing0.61
00:37:31.000a book about voice. I thought I would proclaim as a woman that we must speak the truth of our lives
00:37:36.240at all costs. But what I realize is that I will never be able to say what is in my heart because
00:37:42.720words fail us. Because it is in our nature to protect. Because there are times when what
00:37:49.840is public and what is private must be discerned. There is comfort in keeping what is sacred
00:37:56.460inside us. Not as a secret, but as a prayer. The world is already split open. And it is
00:38:04.760in our destiny to heal it, each in our own way, each in our own time, with the gifts
00:38:12.400that are ours. I hear my mother's voice. In the emptiness of this beloved landscape that
00:38:18.660has embraced me all my life, I hold my mother's journals as another paradox, journals without
00:38:25.200words that create a narrative of the imagination. My mother's gift is the mystery. Each day