A shadow is never created in darkness. It is born of light. We can be blind to it and blinded by it. Our shadow asks us to look at what we don’t want to see
Not everything is meant for all to hear.
I could not separate the Bird Refuge from my family. Devastation respects no boundaries. The landscape of my childhood and the landscape of my family, the two things I had always regarded as bedrock,...
Listening over and over to the voices through a family of instruments allowed us to recognize and appreciate the dignity and uniqueness of each living thing in the meadow and forest.
I pray to the birds. I pray to the birds because I believe they will carry the messages of my heart upward. I pray to them because I believe in their existence, the way their songs begin and end each...
A shadow is never created in darkness. It is born of light. We can be blind to it and blinded by it. Our shadow asks us to look at what we don't want to see. If we refuse to face our shadow, it will p...
Words empower us, move us beyond our suffering and set us free. This is the sorcery of literature. We are healed by our stories.
Respect is primary.
Beauty is transformed over time, and not without destruction.
The scales of equilibrium can be found in wilderness/
Storytelling awakens us to that which is real. Honest. . . . it transcends the individual. . . . Those things that are most personal are most general, and are, in turn, most trusted. Stories bind. . ....
Agitation gives birth to creation.
The courage to continue before the face of despair is the recognition that in those eyes of darkness we find our own night vision. Women blessed with death-eyes are fearless.
The courage to continue before the face of despair is the recognition in those eyes of darkness we find our own night vision. Women blessed with death-eyes are fearless.
What is it about the relationship of a mother that can heal or hurt us? Her womb is the first landscape we inhabit. It is here we learn to respond - to move, to listen, to be nourished and grow. In he...
We are a tribe of fractured individuals who can now only celebrate remnants of wildness.
There is no one true church, no one chosen people.
I admire how she protects her energy and understands her limitations.
When it comes to words, rather than using our own voice, authentic and unpracticed, we steal someone else's to shield our fear.
The unexpected action of deep listening can create a space of transformation capable of shattering complacency and despair.
