Deliver me from writers who say the way they live doesn’t matter. I’m not sure a bad person can write a good book, If art doesn’t make us better, then what on earth is it for.
Surely the earth can be saved by all the people who insist on love.
Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do everything to git attention we do, except walk?
As I get older, I realize that the thing I value the most is good-heartednes s.
I don’t know if you actually get something out of writing poetry. I think poetry is an autonomous muse that decides to come and sit on your couch.
My writing is very organic. It’s what I am. My mother says I was writing before I was crawling. I wrote in the dirt with a twig. So I think of it as something that’s very essential to my being.
What I am really interested in is that I want people to be thinking in other ways – to stop thinking they have to remain glued to a system that has failed and to ideas about society that’s necessarily about being run by Democrats or Republicans.
I think that indigenous women’s wisdom is crucial. So much of the care of the Earth has come from the mothers. I think it’s imperative we turn to their wisdom in how to take care of the planet.
The forest is the first cathedral. I felt that from the time I was a child. I credit my mother with that. I used to think it came from her Native-American side. Whichever it was, she instinctively connected with nature, and taught me that.
Love likes to extend itself. If you receive it in a book – or however you get it – then your duty is to extend it beyond.
Peace will come wherever it is sincerely invited.
It’s so clear that you have to cherish everyone.
There is always a moment in any kind of struggle when one feels in full bloom. Vivid. Alive. One might be blown to bits in such a moment and still be at peace.
After all, how can a society flourish, a country attain democracy and health, children grow into intelligent beings, sensitive to the needs of an ever more fragile and endangered planet, if half it’s people are kept out of the driver’s seat?
What a burden to think one is conceived in sin rather than in pleasure; that one is born into evil rather than into joy.
Freedom, after all, is like love: the more you give to others, the more you have.
To know is to exist; to exist is to be involved, to move about, to see the world with my own eyes.
Listen, God loves everything you love, and a mess of stuff you don’t.
Healing cannot be done by settling a score.
Many people are aware that we are in peril and that there is no trustworthy leadership.