Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.
Joy HarjoAt least I've had to come to that in my life, to realize that this stuff called failure, this stuff, this debris of historical trauma, family trauma, you know, stuff that can kill your spirit, is actually raw material to make things with and to build a bridge. You can use those materials to build a bridge over that which would destroy you.
Joy HarjoI can hear the sizzle of newborn stars, and know anything of meaning, of the ๏ฌerce magic emerging here. I am witness to ๏ฌexible eternity, the evolving past, and I know we will live forever, as dust or breath in the face of stars, in the shifting pattern of winds.
Joy Harjo