The Eyes of the Future are looking back at us and they are praying for us to see beyond our own time.

Words empower us, move us beyond our suffering, and set us free.

Each horizon, each place holds its own evolutionary power be it the prairie or the plateaus, the mountains or the marshes at Great Salt Lake. For me, this is the nature of peace. Our task is to learn how to see it, feel it, hear it, and care for these places as our own home ground.

The unexpected action of deep listening can create a space of transformation capable of shattering complacency and despair.

I pray to the birds because they remind me of what I love rather than what I fear. And at the end of my prayers, they teach me how to listen.

Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn, and to sing at dusk, was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what we have forgotten, that the world is meant to be celebrated.

Democracy is an insecure landscape.