But harboring regrets is making love to the past, and there is no movement here.
We know the quality of another’s heart through her voice.
it’s no longer the voice that matters, but what is behind the voice.
is also not to speak. It is to keep silent. It is to howl noiselessly.
The danger is in what we codify, commodify, and exploit.
Water is nothing if not ingemination, an encore to the tenacity of life.
I am my mother, but I’m not,” I was saying my path would be my own.
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.
Mythmaking is the evolutionary enterprise of translating truths.