We are aching to come together and I think it has little to do with liberal or conservative discourse. I think it has to do with increasing disconnection with what is real and soul-serving.

Shards of glass can cut and wound or magnify a vision.

In the early days of the Mormon Church, stewardship toward the land was a priority. It was a matter of survival in the desert.

The time had come to protest with the heart, that to deny one's genealogy with the earth was to commit treason against one's soul.

I wonder about silence. Also about darkness. I love the idea that city lights are a "conspiracy" against higher thoughts.

The pain that we feel when we are making love with someone is that we know it will end. It's that paradoxical response of joy and suffering.

I think an erotics of place may be one of the reasons why environmentalists are seen as subversive. There is a backlash now:... [ellipsis in source] take all the regulations away; weaken existing legislation; the endangered species act is too severe, too restrictive; let there be carte blanche for real-estate developers. Because if we really have to confront wildness, solitude, and serenity, both the fierceness and compassionate nature of the land, then we ultimately have to confront it in ourselves, and it's easier to be numb, to be distracted, to be disengaged.