If a man knew what a woman never forgets, he would love her differently.
The birds and I share a natural history. It is a matter of rootedness, of living inside a place for so long that the mind and imagination fuse.
Water is nothing if not ingemination, an encore to the tenacity of life.
I believe a politics of place emerges where we are deeply accountable to our communities, to our neighborhoods, to our home.
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-moon energy three hundred and sixty-five days a year. I am in a crescent phase.
The unexpected action of deep listening can create a space of transformation capable of shattering complacency and despair.
Revolution is not something outside of us, but inside us, begging for our engagement every single day.
Perhaps the Wilderness we fear is the pause between our own heartbeats, the silence that reminds us we live by grace.
What every woman knows is that we are remade each time we make love, each time we give birth; each time we feel the blood making its way through our body into our cupped hands, we remember it is our destiny to make change.
Creativity ignited a spark. In that moment, I saw that art is not peripheral, beauty is not optional, but a strategy for survival.
I think we are living a life without specificity, and then our lives become abstractions.
I am interested and deeply curious about our need for a spiritual life, a life of greater meaning, and how we come to a more ethical view of life within our communities that is more inclusive than exclusive, one that is extended even beyond our own species.
Rituals are the formulas by which harmony is restored.
Community is extremely intimate. When we talk about humor, I love that you know when you’re home because there is laughter in the room, there is humor, there is shorthand. That is about community.
What is the most important thing one learns in school? Self-esteem, support, and friendship.
I take a deep breath and sidestep my fear and begin speaking from the place where beauty and bravery meet – within the chambers of a quivering heart.
Dying doesn’t cause suffering. Resistance to dying does.
Our sense of community and compassionate intelligence must be extended to all life forms, plants, animals, rocks, rivers, and human beings. This is the story of our past and it will be the story of our future.
We can try to kill all that is native, string it up by its hind legs for all to see, but spirit howls and wildness endures.
Sometimes you have to disclaim your country and inhabit another before you can return to your own.