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...
The scales of equilibrium can be found in wilderness/
Most of all, differences of opinion are opportunities for learning.
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.
When one woman doesn't speak, other women get hurt.
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...
This is what we can promise the future: a legacy of care. That we will be good stewards and not take too much or give back too little, that we will recognize wild nature for what it is, in all its mag...
Story is the umbilical cord that connects us to the past, present, and future. Family. Story is a relationship between the teller and the listener, a responsibility. . . . Story is an affirmation of o...
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...
And all your Faithless doubts Will not destroy The rising spring In me.
Agitation gives birth to creation.
When I said, I am my mother, but I’m not, I was saying my path would be my own.
There is comfort in keeping what is sacred inside us not as a secret, but as a prayer.
Literature was life, and reading became an open door to a world beyond the familiar.
The unexpected action of deep listening can create a space of transformation capable of shattering complacency and despair.
[Our National Parks] are more than scenery, they are portals and thresholds of wonder, an open door that swings back and forth from our past to our future.
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.
What needs to be counted on to have a voice? Courage. Anger. Love. Something to say; someone to speak to; someone to listen.
There is no one true church, no one chosen people.