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...