The surface of the Earth itself is an immense loom upon which the sun weaves the fabric of existence.

On paper I would be a rather bold individual in our culture.

The world can only appear monochromatic to those who persist in interpreting what they experience through the lens of a single cultural paradigm, their own. For those with the eyes to see and the heart to feel, it remains a rich and complex topography of the spirit.

You know, once something freezes, it's solid. That's the key to the arctic - they didn't fear the cold, they made use of it.

Mining in BC's Sacred Headwaters is like drilling for oil in the Sistine Chapel

To have that powder blown up your nose is rather like being shot out of a rifle barrel lined with Baroque paintings and landing on a sea of electricity.

The problem is that those of us sympathetic with the plight of indigenous people view them as quaint and colorful, but somehow reduced to margins of history as the real world [(our world)] moves on We will be known as an era in which we stood by and either actively endorsed or passively accepted the massive destruction of both biological and cultural diversity on the planet.