Telling about our lives is important for those who come after as, for those who will see our experience as part of their own historical struggle.

There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story.

Death is dancing me ragged.

Mystery is part of each life, and maybe it is healthier to uphold it than to spend a lifetime in search of half-made answers.

There is a language beyond human language, an elemental language, one that arises from the land itself.

We make art out of our loss.

tears have a purpose. they are what we carry of the ocean, and perhaps we must become the sea, give ourselves to it, if we are to be transformed.