“We rise again in the grass. In the flowers. In songs.”

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.