Our power lies in our love of our homelands.

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

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

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

My body is a compass - and it does not lie.

The birds and I share a natural history. It is a matter of rootedness, of living inside a place for so long that the mind and imagination fuse.

WHAT ARE THE CONSEQUENCES when we go against our instincts? What are the consequences of not speaking out? What are the consequences of guilt, shame, and doubt?