I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.
Take long walks in stormy weather or through deep snows in the fields and woods, if you would keep your spirits up. Deal with brute nature. Be cold and hungry and weary.
The only way to do great work is to love what you do.
I'm not a feminist. I hail men, I love men. I celebrate American male culture, and beer, and bars and muscle cars... But I do believe in equality for women.