At the age of eleven, I owned a slave I couldn’t free.O
At night I would lie in bed and watch the show, how bees squeezed through the cracks of my bedroom wall and flew circles around the room, making that propeller sound, a high-pitched zzzzzz that hummed...
After you get stung, you can't get unstungno matter how much you whine about it.
Above all, send the bees love. Every little thing wants to be loved.
Aber sie sagte immer dass Frauen einfach die besseren Imkerinen seien weil ihnen die besondere Faehigkeit angeboren sei Kreaturen zu lieben die ihnen wehtun.
A slave was supposed to be like the Holy Ghost—don’t see it, don’t hear it, but it’s always hovering round on ready.
And whatever it is that keeps widening your heart that's Mary too not only the power inside you but the love. And when you get down to it Lily that's the only purpose grand enough for a human lif...
We need not avoid our active lives, but simply bring to them a new vision and shift of gravity. for in the center we are rooted in god's love. in such a place there is no need for striving and impatie...
You can tell which girls lack mothers by the look of their hair...
Which end of the needle are you going to be- the side held by string or the point that pierces the cloth?
We are surrounded on all sides by God but often we are no more conscious of him than we are of air pressing against us. We don't turn our attention to Him. (Evelyn Underhill)
Water beaded across her shoulders, shining like drops of milk, and her breasts swayed in the currents. It was the kind of vision you never really get over. I couldn’t help it, I wanted to go and lick...
There's no pain on earth that doesn't crave a benevolent witness.
There is no place so awake and alive as the edge of becoming. But more than that, birthing the kind of woman who can authentically say, 'My soul is my own,' and then embody it in her life, her spiritu...
Soul. The word rebounded to me, and I wondered, as I often had, what it was exactly. People talked about it all the time, but did anybody actually know? Sometimes I'd pictured it like a pilot light bu...
Someone who thinks death is the scariest thing doesn't know a thing about life.
She was wet with my crying. Up around her collar the cotton of her dress was plastered to her skin. I could see her darkness shining through the wet places. She was like a sponge, absorbing what I cou...
People who think dying is the is the worst thing don't know a thing about life.
My body might be a slave, but not my mind. For you, it's the other way round.
Later I would read Ursula K. Le Guin's comment: I am a slow unlearner. But I love my unteachers.