That quote is from Anthony Doerr's Pulitzer Prize winning book "All the Light We Cannot See." It reminds me of Leonard Cohen who passed away this week. I was up in a tree when I first read those lines. It was months after the New Seminole defeat at "Rendezvous Point" on that moonless night deep in the Everglades. I had my new baby Haalie in one arm and the book in the other. I was trying to forget that battle against the Army Rangers and the gruesome death of my father-in-law, Busimanolotome Osceola when my eyes fell upon those words. I was reminded that as surely as Haalie was growing stronger and healthier each day sucking that miraculous milk from my breasts that I was too with each word I read, that there is no end but always a new beginning. When I heard Leonard passed, I thought of his wonderful talent and this song, a thought that had been in my head for many years before I heard it in a song. He was singing my song. And maybe yours too.
Holatte-Sutv Turwv Osceola.