You don't have anything if you don't have the stories.

Night. Heavenly delicious sweet night of the desert that calls all of us to love her. The night is our comfort with her coolness and darkness. On wings, on feet, on our bellies, out we all come to glory in the night.

But as long as you remember what you have seen, then nothing is gone. As long as you remember, it is part of this story we have together.

The truth of course was otherwise, but Lecha had never felt she owed anyone the truth, unless it was truth about their own lives, and then they had to pay her to tell them.

the material world and the flesh are only temporary - there are no sins of the flesh, spirit is everything!

Writing cant change the world overnight, but writing may have an enormous effect over time, over the long haul.

Then they grow away from the earth then they grow away from the sun then they grow away from the plants and the animals. They see no life. When they look they see only objects. The world is a dead thing for them the trees and the rivers are not alive. the mountains and stones are not alive. The deer and bear are objects. They see no life. They fear. They fear the world. They destroy what they fear. They fear themselves.