As long as the hummingbird had not abandoned the land, somewhere there were still flowers, and they could all go on.
Leslie Marmon Silkothe snow ... came in thick tufts like new wool - washed before the weaver spins it.
Leslie Marmon Silkorelationships. That's all there really is. There's your relationship with the dust that just blew in your face, or with the person who just kicked you end over end. ... You have to come to terms, to some kind of equilibrium, with those people around you, those people who care for you, your environment.
Leslie Marmon Silko