I wonder how it is we have come to this place in our society where art and nature are spoke in terms of what is optional, the pastime and concern of the elite?
I was not rebelling by smoking dope or drinking, I was testing ideas. I was experimenting with voice, what I could say and still be heard in an atmosphere of prescribed truths.
I must question everything, even if it means losing my faith, even if it means becoming a member of a border tribe among my own people. Tolerating blind obedience in the name of patriotism or religion...
I accept the Organic Trinity of Mineral, Vegetable, and Animal with as much authority as I accept the Holy Trinity. Both are sacred.
Finding one’s voice is a process of finding one’s passion.
Wilderness is the source of what we can imagine and what we cannot - the taproot of consciousness.It will survive us.
When I was a young woman with four children, I was always living ahead of myself, she said. Everything I was doing was projected toward the future, and I was so busy, busy, busy, preparing for tomorro...
We mask our needs as the needs of others.
We can change, evolve, and transform our own conditioning. We can choose to move like water rather than be molded like clay. Life spirals in and then spirals out on any given day. It does not have to...
This is my living faith, an active faith, a faith of verbs: to question, explore, experiment, experience, walk, run, dance, play, eat, love, learn, dare, taste, touch, smell, listen, speak, write, rea...
The world is not a safe place. Perhaps it never has been, but it is still a beautiful place. This is the disorienting truth of the Colorado Plateau: We stand on the edge of a great erosion landscape....
The purpose of life is to see, the writer Jack Turner
The moment Eve bit into the apple, her eyes opened and she became free. She exposed the truth of what every woman knows: to find our sovereign voice often requires a betrayal.
Sorrow has a voice. It is the cold scream of silence turned inward.
Perhaps we project on to starlings that which we deplore in ourselves: our numbers, our aggression, our greed, and our cruelty. Like starlings, we are taking over the world.
Here is the woman who had seriously considered taking LSD under the supervision of a medical doctor so she could have a mind-altering experience, who had read herself straight out of Mormonism and int...
CONVERSATION is the vehicle for change.
Women piece together their lives from the scraps left over for them.
We come into this world through women: a woman who is spent, broken open, in awe. No wonder women have been worshiped ever since men first saw the crowning of a head, here, legs spread, a brushstroke...
This is what I have learned in these short weeks in the refuge:You cannot afford to make careless mistakes, like meditating in the presence of wolves, or topping your boots in the river, or losing a g...