Beauty is transformed over time, and not without destruction.
This is the sorcery of literature. We are healed by our stories.
These handwritten words in the pages of my journal confirm that from an early age I have experienced each encounter in my life twice: once in the world, and once again on the page.
Who wants to be a goddess when we can be human? Perfection is a flaw disguised as control.
Tortoise steps, slow steps, four steps like a tank with a tail dragging in the sand. Tortoise steps, land based, land locked, dusty like the desert tortoise herself, fenced in, a prisoner on her own reservation – teaching us the slow art of revolutionary patience.
It is important to remember all true change begins at the margins and moves toward the center. This does not make the climate change movement marginal, it makes it muscular, organic, with a true movement toward the center.
How do we remain faithful to our own spiritual imagination and not betray what we know in our own bodies? The world is holy. We are holy. All life is holy.
I accept the Organic Trinity of Mineral, Vegetable, and Animal with as much authority as I accept the Holy Trinity. Both are sacred.
There is no one true church, no one chosen people.
Social change can be seen as a mosaic, taking that which is broken and creating something new.
The mind creates those things that exist.
People talk about medium. What is your medium? My medium as a writer has been dirt, clay, sand – what I could touch, hold, stand on, and stand for – Earth. My medium has been Earth. Earth in correspondence with my mind.
I think the whole idea of home is central to who we are as human beings.
I admire how she protects her energy and understands her limitations.
Word by word, the language of women so often begins with a whisper.
Women piece together their lives from the scraps left over for them.
Mythmaking is the evolutionary enterprise of translating truths.
Storytelling is the oldest form of education.
My body is a compass – and it does not lie.
Abundance is rooted in community, not individualism. Abundance is what is before our eyes, but we cannot see when we are blinded by greed.