We are wearing coats of trust. When one tells a story this is what happens.
There becomes little doubt as to why power chooses to support power. Rwanda becomes invisible once again. We have nothing America wants.
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.
The danger is in what we codify, commodify, and exploit.
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.
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...
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...
Artifacts are alive. Each has a voice. They remind us what it means to be human - that it is our nature to survive, to create works of beauty to be resourceful, to be attentive to the world we live in...
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...
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...
The mind creates those things that exist.
She is reading Zen, Krishnamurti, and Jung, asking herself questions she has never had the courage to explore. Suddenly, the shackles which have bound her are beginning to snap, as personal revelation...
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...
Today, I feel stronger, learning to live within the natural cycles of a day and to not expect too much of myself. As women, we hold the moon in our bellies. It is too much to ask to operate on full-mo...
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...