I will never be able to say what is in my heart because words fail us, because it is in our nature to protect, because there are times when what is public and what is private must be discerned.

Not everything is meant for all to hear.

John Lilly suggests whales are a culture maintained by oral traditions. Stories. The experience of an individual whale is valuable to the survival of its community. I think of my family stories-Mother's in particular-how much I need them now, how much I will need them later. It has been said when an individual dies, whole worlds die with them. The same could be said of each passing whale.

I think direct political action, civil disobedience, in particular, is something to be taken very seriously.

Perhaps the Wilderness we fear is the pause between our own heartbeats, the silence that reminds us we live by grace.

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.

To me, we are in the midst of such broad-scale destruction, both psychically and physically, that the only thing that can threaten the grip, loosen the hold, of economism, I believe, is a discussion of the sacred born out of our regard and compassion and intelligence for the earth and the creatures on the earth.