There is an art to writing, and it is not always disclosure. The act itself can be beautiful, revelatory, and private.

Not everything is meant for all to hear.

But harboring regrets is making love to the past, and there is no movement here.

The middle path makes me wary. . . . But in the middle of my life, I am coming to see the middle path as a walk with wisdom where conversations of complexity can be...

We know the quality of another’s heart through her voice.

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, read, draw, provoke, emote,...

A shadow is never created in darkness. It is born of light. We can be blind to it and blinded by it. Our shadow asks us to look at what we don’t want to see....

Respect is primary.

Choosing with integrity means finding ways to speak up that honor your reality, the reality of others, and your willingness to meet in the center of that large field. It’s hard sometimes.

If so, then it was also here where I came to know I can survive what hurts. I believed in my capacity to stand back up and run into the waves again and again, no...

Creativity involves breaking out of established patterns in order to look at things in a different way.

it’s no longer the voice that matters, but what is behind the voice.

Faith is not about finding meaning in the world, there may be no such thing — faith is the belief in our capacity to create meaningful lives.

When silence is a choice, it is an unnerving presence. When silence is imposed, it is censorship.

We mask our needs as the needs of others.

“It is not possible to satisfy women,” a friend said. “We are disturbed if we have children too young. Disturbed if we have then later. Disturbed if we don’t have children at all.”

Here is the world. It is not a safe place, but however frightening and bewildering life may become, we can survive our fears, grab them by the wolf ’s tail as Peter did, and make...

Most of all, differences of opinion are opportunities for learning.

You’re losing yourself.

I accept the Organic Trinity of Mineral, Vegetable, and Animal with as much authority as I accept the Holy Trinity. Both are sacred.

is also not to speak. It is to keep silent. It is to howl noiselessly.

The eyes of the future are looking back at us and they are praying for us to see beyond our own time. They are kneeling with hands clasped that we might act with restraint, that...

When I look in the mirror, I see a woman with secrets. When we don’t listen to our intuition, we abandon our souls. And we abandon our souls because we are afraid if we don’t,...

Agitation gives birth to creation.

The danger is in what we codify, commodify, and exploit.

Each of us has one. Each voice is distinct and has something to say. Each voice deserves to be heard. But it requires the act of listening.

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?

the unexpected action of deep listening can create a space of transformation capable of shattering complacency and despair.

Water is nothing if not ingemination, an encore to the tenacity of life.

Did I have the courage to forge a path

For far too long we have been seduced into walking a path that did not lead us to ourselves. For far too long we have said yes when we wanted to say no. And for...

I pray to the birds because they remind me of what I love rather than what I fear. And at the end of my prayers, they teach me how to listen.

I speculate over some of the Anglo nomenclature of birds: Wilson’s snipe, Forster’s tern . . . : What natural images do these names conjure up in our minds? What integrity do we give back...

Story is the umbilical cord that connects us to the past, present, and future. Family. Story is a relationship between the teller and the listener, a responsibility. . . . Story is an affirmation of...

I am my mother, but I’m not,” I was saying my path would be my own.

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...

The human heart is the first home of democracy. It is where we embrace our questions. Can we be equitable? Can we be generous? Can we listen with our whole beings, not just our minds,...

My grandmother simply shook her head and said, “You know what you saw. The bird doesn’t need to be counted, and neither do you.

We are wearing coats of trust. When one tells a story this is what happens.

I admire how she protects her energy and understands her limitations.

Beauty is transformed over time, and not without destruction.

I have found what I need most to heal a broken bond is time together—the very thing I avoid is the thing most desired.

I believe we must do things in our lives for the right reasons, because we enjoy doing them, with no expectation of getting something back in return. Otherwise, we are constantly being disappointed.” She moved...

When it comes to words, rather than using our own voice, authentic and unpracticed, we steal someone else’s to shield our fear.

Mythmaking is the evolutionary enterprise of translating truths.

Grief dares us to love once more.

Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what...

Storytelling awakens us to that which is real. Honest. . . . it transcends the individual. . . . Those things that are most personal are most general, and are, in turn, most trusted. Stories...

To be read. To be heard. To be seen. I want to be read, I want to be heard. I don’t need to be seen. To write requires an ego, a belief that what you...

Myths have a way of bringing what is unconscious to the surface and putting a face on what we cannot see.