I admire how she protects her energy and understands her limitations.

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

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

Every time we make love to a human being, fully, we are making love to everything that lives and breathes. In that sense it becomes communion. It is a sacrament.

No separation between the spiritual and the physical. It is all one.

Stories have the power to create social change and inspire community.

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