My voice is my instrument. ... It is not in the throat, from where it appears to come. It is in my feet and how they touch the floor, in my legs and how they lift and sink with the rhythm of the song. It is in my hips and belly and lower back.
Holly NearAll my life I have gone out on a limb, but I have turned the limb into a bridge, and there is cool, clear water flowing under.
Holly Near