The world is holy. We are holy. All life is holy. Daily prayers are delivered on the lips of breaking waves, the whisperings of grasses, the shimmering of leaves.

I accept the Organic Trinity of Mineral, Vegetable, and Animal with as much authority as I accept the Holy Trinity. Both are sacred.

When silence is a choice, it is an unnerving presence. When silence is imposed, it is censorship.

Word by word, the language of women so often begins with a whisper.

My body is a compass - and it does not lie.

Water is nothing if not ingemination, an encore to the tenacity of life.

I will never be able to say what is in my heart because words fail us, because it is in our nature to protect, because there are times when what is public and what is private must be discerned.