While my son was completing his three-year journey through successful cancer treatment, my father was nearing the end of his own battle with a similar illness. In the confluence of those experiences, I found myself drawn to a prairie near my home called Holy Wisdom. There, I sat, remembered, loved—and, eventually, ran through the tall grass. It was sad, glorious, and beautiful all at once. (I also discovered just how bad my allergies could get! 😂)

This song is dedicated to the canaries of our hearts—may they always fly, carried by the memory of love. 🐥❤️