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

When I look in the mirror, I see a woman with secrets. When we don’t listen to our intuition, we abandon our souls. And we abandon our souls because we are afraid if we don’t, others will abandon us.

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

Find something that matters deeply to you and pursue it. Question. Stand. Speak. Act. Make us uncomfortable. Make us think.

I am slowly, painfully discovering that my refuge is not found in my mother, my grandmother, of even the birds of Bear River. My refuge exists in my capacity to love. If I can learn to love death then I can begin to find refuge in change.

Finding beauty in a broken world is creating beauty in the world we find.

I worry, that we are a people in a process of great transition and we are forgetting what we are connected to. We are losing our frame of reference.