People talk about medium. What is your medium? My medium as a writer has been dirt, clay, sand--what I could touch, hold, stand on, and stand for--Earth. My medium has been Earth. Earth in correspondence with my mind.

Hopefully there will come a time when I have no words, when I can honor and hold that kind of stillness that I so need, crave, and desire in the natural world.

When one of us says 'look, there is nothing out there,' what we are really saying is, 'I cannot see'.

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

The human heart is the first home of democracy.

These handwritten words in the pages of my journal confirm that from an early age I have experienced each encounter in my life twice: once in the world, and once again on the page.

CONVERSATION is the vehicle for change.