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.

I don't think of myself as an American; I see myself as a human being.

My family lives all around me. We see each other daily. It's very, very complicated. I think that families hold us together and they split us apart.

I appreciate all of the unexpected places, internal and external, that my writing has taken me.

It is where we embrace our questions. . . . Can we listen with our whole beings, not just our minds, and offer our attention rather than our opinions?

Abundance is a dance with reciprocity - what we can give, what we can share, and what we receive in the process.

I wonder how it is we have come to this place in our society where art and nature are spoke in terms of what is optional, the pastime and concern of the elite?