Writing, real writing, should leave a small sweet bruise somewhere on the writer . . . and on the reader.

Art is not meant to be created in stolen moments only.

Rather than chairs and tables, I preferred the ground, trees, and caves, for in those places I felt I could lean against the cheek of God.

Do not lose heart. We were made for these times.....For years we have been learning, practicing, been in training for...and just waiting to meet on this exact plain of engagement.

...stories that rise from deep suffering can provide the most potent remedies for past, present, and even future ills.

As long as a woman is forced into believing she is powerless and/or is trained to not consciously register what she knows to be true, the feminine impulses and gifts of her psyche continue to be killed off.

Dogs are the magicians of the universe.