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

To engage in civil disobedience is to feel the abundance of courage, the gratitude for a democracy that still invites us to speak from our hearts, to act from our conscience and have faith in the consequences of moral action. Abundance is a form of consciousness.

Finding beauty in a broken world is creating beauty in the world we find. For me, we find this beauty through relationships, with people in place with other species. Integrity is the word that comes to mind. Integrity and presence.

In the early days of the Mormon Church, stewardship toward the land was a priority. It was a matter of survival in the desert.

When you look at the Pueblo communities along the Rio Grande, when you talk to the Navajo people, the Ute people, and certainly the native peoples of California who still have their communities intact, it is what they have always known: that we are not apart from nature but a part of it.

I write to create red in a world that often appears black and white.

We are wearing coats of trust. When one tells a story this is what happens.