What else are we to do with our obsessions? Do they feed us? Or are we simply scavenging our memories for one gleaming image to tell the truth of what is hunting us?
To write, Marguerite Duras remarked, is also not to speak. It is to keep silent. It is to howl noiselessly.
But what thrilled me most was the fact that millions of meteors burn up every day as they enter our atmosphere. As a result, Earth receives ten tons of dust from outer space. Not only do we take in th...
And all your Faithless doubts Will not destroy The rising spring In me.
Myths have a way of bringing what is unconscious to the surface and putting a face on what we cannot see.
My mother's journals are a shadow play with mine. I am a woman wedded to words. Words cast a shadow. Without a shadow there is no depth. Without a shadow there is no substance. If we have no shadow, i...
Most of all, differences of opinion are opportunities for learning.
This is a landscape that should not be sold.
I was not born here by my consciousness towards a land ethic was
I pray to the birds because they remind me of what I love rather than what I fear. And at the end of my prayers, they teach me how to listen.
All we have is time.
Women piece together their lives from the scraps left over for them.
When one woman doesn't speak, other women get hurt.
When I said, I am my mother, but I’m not, I was saying my path would be my own.
When Emily Dickinson writes, Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, she reminds us, as the birds do, of the liberation and pragmatism of belief.
We mask our needs as the needs of others.
There is comfort in keeping what is sacred inside us not as a secret, but as a prayer.
The mind creates those things that exist.
Now, in a shift of light, the shadows of birds are more pronounced on the gallery’s white wall. The shadow of each bird is speaking to me. Each shadow doubles the velocity, ferocity of forms. The shad...
Literature was life, and reading became an open door to a world beyond the familiar.
