I want to write my way from the margins to the center. I want to speak the language of the grasses, rooted yet soft and supple in the presence of wind before a storm. I want to write in the form of migrating geese like an arrow pointing south toward a direction of safety. I want to keep my words wild so that even if the land and everything we hold dear is destroyed by shortsightedness and greed, there is a record of participation by those who saw what was coming. Listen. Below us. Above us. Inside us. Come. This is all there is."
Terry Tempest Williams, from Red: Passion and Patience in the Desert
Sunday, April 17, 2016
Sunday - Saying Yes to the World
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A wonderful quote, she is a great spirit.
Guy
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