As a person who descends from farmers who sang harmony in the fields, this feels like a returning. A sacred returning. To the land. To multiple voices in different keys, singing harmony. To reverence. I take my children with me to a hilltop in my neighborhood that overlooks a nature preserve and we sing it’s all wild at the top of our lungs. It’s inter-generational worship. It’s ecological worship. Thank you for this gift. God bless all of you.
